Stuck in the middle of barrenness and complete intimacy. Silence, that was threatening and shadows that mocked her individuality at every step.
This wasn't 'life' that she was living. It was barely an existence where despair ruled and hopelessness was the precedent. The tunnel had no light at the end and the stars weren't bright enough to be beautiful. Or maybe they were? It had been ages since she last saw the sky. Everything was dark. Everything, fucking hopeless bullshit.
Little did she know, she was getting worse and no one even realized. It wasn't recovery. It wasn't a rehab rather just another curtain over the darkest sights of reality shed over a million other curtains that were concealing the devastation dwelt down to her soul.
It wasn't normal.
Waking up with scars on your body and bruises on hands without any memory of how they got there, isn't normal. Laughing more than usual, and laughing uncontrollably over a foolish season and crying like a baby in the bed the very night, shivering in fear of God knows what, isn't normal. Humming in isolation, just so you could escape the daunting memories, isn't normal. The fear of stairs isn't normal.
The inside of her knew, but she avoided even the thought of this.
"To be honest, I can't believe I'm still alive." Another random muse before broke into tears again.
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