Chapter Text
He was sitting on his bed, the empty pages of the brand new book he made 20 minutes ago were staring at him back.
The ink dripping from the feather making a small black void on one of the far sides of the page. He couldn't find anything to put his mind on to start writing. He didn't even know what to write.
A novel? No. A log? No. An entry? Isn't that the same as the previous one? Who knows.
'Maybe this was a stupid idea' he started thinking.
And that's exactly what he wrote.
«Stupid»
That word was staring back. It wasn't even that big but it still felt something about it.
The quill started moving once again.
«Stupid child. Annoying child. Idiot. Imbecile. Airhead.
Why are all of those words so familiar?
Why they all hurt anyways?
Those descriptors always accompanying my name.
Is not fair.
It is never fair.
Am I just the comedic relief on your history?
Am I the secondary character in your narrative?
Am I even my onw person?
Or am I someone who was just in your trayectory?
My body, it hurts.
My scars, they burn.
The memories that chase me when I rest my eyes.
The imsonia of the flashbacks, keeping me awake at night.
I don't wanna be here anymore.
Please, take me home»
His tears, scattered across the foot of page, turning the dry paper slightly more darker where they hit.
He didn't even noticed when he started crying, he just did.
He closed the book and stored in underneath his bed. He needed to rest.
He, at least, discovered that this actually helps.