Beginning

What would you do if nothing was as it seemed??

What I said had no matter, What I did, well that no one saw. You wouldn't see it either because my fake smile even fooled the people I loved the most. The guy that would give his life for me and even the people who gave me life.
I look up and I see everything except the thing that Is staring me right in the face. What is it??
Everybody is screaming, they want me to listen. They scream the things that I can't hear. Do you get it??
Everybody was there but I didn't see it. For me they had been gone for months. I felt the wind as i was running. He was chasing me, he caught me and so I felt how his strong warm arms caught around me as though I couldn't move.

I felt how his tears rolled down my cheek but most importantly i felt how he wouldn't let go. I couldn't cry, i tried but it didn't work. I could feel how he wanted the old me back but I knew that nothing would be the same again. He kept saying that he wouldn't let go. Even how much i kicked and screamed. He kept saying that he loved me and i couldn't even see it, I wouldn't. I had told everyone that was fine, for months i smiled and told everyone that It didn't matter. That i was okay. 

But from the moment that it happened i didn't wanna come back. I would have to feel everything that i went through, the torture and the reason I'm alive. The moment I turned it off that was the moment I was free.

Author's Note

This is just a draft and i would really be happy if people could take their time and comment on what i could do better and what was awful so please speak your mind but please don't be to mean, thank you <3

Reviews

[Enigma Monster]

Very interesting read. I got the sense of a struggle, although hard to put the words together in my mind for some reason, in some parts ("he caught me and so I felt how his strong warm arms caught around me as though I couldn't move"), but overall it was good. Keep going!

[SamTheMars]

Thank you! And i actually thought alot about if i should say that and you're right