People

A Story by Katerina

How come it always has to be like this? The pain that consumes me is constantly thriving within me. The only escape is writing. Writing about sad people with lives much worse than mine. How could no one see? Is it that hidden beneath my tormented eyes or was it not important enough to worry about. The pain was like a bomb in my heart. The thing about bombs is that the aftermath is worse and lasts a lifetime in your memory. Nothing can ever be the same afterwards. everyone tries to help but there is no help after the damage has been done. couldn't people see I was on the brink of exploding? How long would I have to hold back before I could no longer? Was no one out there for me? There was the people who "cared" but even those people left when you needed them the most. Friends. Best friends. Mothers. Fathers. Brothers. Sisters. All of these are added to the category that cause me the most pain.

The people who don't really care.

On the inside I'm actually really scared. What if I fall apart and need help putting the pieces back together? Would anyone be there to help? What will they say if i tell them the truth? They might laugh in my face and say that its nothing to worry about. They could yell at me for the way I think. They might not love me.

Maybe I'm scared of the aftermath .

Will the people I trust the most stick around after the truth is spoken?

Will they try to find a solution?

Will they try to find help?

Or will they abandon me in my need?

Try to escape without being involved in my problems?

Maybe the won't even care?

I need to be loved.