Post by arctic on Dec 6, 2016 10:13:55 GMT -5
preston hope
I used to be able to say that happiness was the key to my success. I believed that for a while. Staying happy in whatever situation that was thrown at us and just hoping that life would take it's course, not interfering it because fate had it all under control. I'd just sit back and enjoy my own life. Ignore the others, because it isn't my life so I shouldn't worry about it, right? That sounded reasonable enough to me. To the me that hadn't witnessed death itself. To the me that would raise his glass to whatever praises he'd be given.
To the me that knew a life where Lily and Paige Hope existed;
i would pray that i knew that life again, but god doesn't exist in this rotted home.
Eva Hope was my only sister that remained (or, that I knew of). She was the one closest to me. After all, spending all 18 years of your life with someone, they become something worth treasuring. We used to face the world together. Eva and I, we were the dynamic duo. We grew apart when we were twelve. Me being me, knowing nothing reasonable in this world and only thinking being the popular one was the goal of life.
Oh, how I - THIRST - for that old me to learn that popularity is but just a small portion of more important things in life.
Protecting my family is all I wish I could do now. But it's hard to protect what's broken, and even harder to fill in cracks between the earth. Recently I've been stuck in the idea that isolation was key. My family caught onto that quick and left me alone. I would eat my dinner, clean up, and go back to my room. I hardly look out of my window and I don't dare think about the idea of trying to. I don't want to look out into a world brighter when all around me is dark.
I've been trying to fix myself in the past months, but sometimes things are meant to stay broken.
When I hear the knock on the door, I let out a weak sigh. "Come in."
I fear the idea of change, and the experience of happiness.
Why be happy when youre falling into hell?
