A Lost and Broken Soul
I don't think I'll ever share this to anybody, but if I do, then hi! I just want to say thanks for checking out my story, it means a lot. I'll be working on this for a while, hopefully I don't get unmotivated like I always do when I type my stories, but why not give this a try?
You see, me and Zoe (the protagonist of the story) have a connection. There's just something about her that I can't explain. Something that pulls me toward her. I can't help it. So, here I go, typing this story. I may finish it, I may not. But my connection with her will pull me through this. I know it will. I'm 13 right now while typing this, don't know how long it will take me, but like I said, I'll pull through.
I'm determined to finish a story this time.
Wish me luck.
I don't usually like writing, or reading. Yet here I am, sitting in my bed, writing in some old, dusty journal. I think I'm losing my mind.
In fact, everyone loses their minds out here.
I know what you're thinking. Why would you lose your mind? What happened? Are you okay?
I'll answer all of that.
Why would you lose your mind? We (yes, we) don't live in safe conditions… it's too hard to explain, even on a piece of paper while writing.
Actually, that's probably a me thing.
What happened? I honestly don't know. Everything happened so suddenly, so quickly, yet took a long time to grow. I think that's just a simple thing called time. Time passes more quickly than you think. Like for example, let's say you're going to school. The day starts off like a normal day, but then once you're assigned some work to do, all of that time flies while you're doing it. Soon enough, it's the end of the day.
I'm pretty sure you get what I mean.
Are you okay?
That's a really good question, yes, I'm okay.
At least now I'm okay.
For most of my life, I was never okay. Life was really rough on me for all of the 17 years that I existed, until now.
But I don't want to talk about now. I want to talk about the beginning. The beginning of my story. The day I was born, and all of the days upward.
I'm very emotional, I have a lot of things to share. But someone once told me that writing your feelings out on paper is good for you, that it clears your mind…
They're absolutely right.
I've barely wrote anything yet, about a page now, and my mind is all clear. It's almost like it's magic…
I guess writing isn't so bad after all.
Whoever finds this, if you find this, Alexander, then feel free to read.
Just never bring up that you read this.