Everyday was just the same for me. I always dreamed of being different and having an exciting life where I didn't feel like such a downer, but life was so simple and good to me. How could I complain?
My phone rang suddenly and I went to grab it on my dresser. I stared at the number across the screen. It looked oddly familiar, but the person wasn't under any of my contacts. I decided to answer it anyway.
My eyes lit up and my hands began to shake. The voice of this guy sent chills down the back of my spine.
He knew my true emotions. He understood what I was honestly feeling.
Each day, I would place a mask over my face, replacing the frown for a smile that everyone naively fell for. No one ever questioned me. I never allowed myself to seem sad or upset. I had locked up my emotions, chained with a key that I had swallowed in one large gulp.
The pieces of my feelings were spilling out onto my bed as this boy spoke. We had a true bond.
The truth was that I was a mess left a mess by the guy who had taken my soul and robbed me of my real smile. I was empty and hollow, what more could he take away from me? Take away the bones and flesh from my body, for the dignity of my sacred body was all that was left for his picking.
I laughed and continued laughing. I laughed away the pain, the anger, the emotions that raged within me. I felt as if my stomach were about to burst from the amount of laughter I was releasing.
The sounds of footsteps coming near were not audible for me to hear until my mom opened the door into my room. I think in that moment, my mom knew too. She could feel my pain and hurt. She caught me at my most vulnerable moment.
She found me talking to myself.
