frozensight
Everything was just so complicated these days. No one told him what they wanted--they just expected him to know, to already guess how they'd feel and how he should counteract. It was exhausting, and he simply wasn't sure he could keep up with it anymore. Then again, he didn't want to just give up either.
The truth is never easy to express. It's often full of pits that could trip us, make us fall from where we'd worked so hard to get up to, but the truth is also often necessary. The truth gives us the strength to work just as hard and to build back up to where we'd been.
It wasn't much, and really it shouldn't hurt at all. It was just a sliver of wood, a splinter, stuck in the tip of his finger, but it hurt like hell. Hurt so bad that he didn't have words to really explain why he was crying because of a stupid little splinter, but adding this on top of everything he'd been dealing with lately--it was more than he could handle.
The whole time he didn't know what he was doing. It was just out of reflex that he was doing anything at all. He wasn't even sure if he was doing it well, just that it felt right. For all he could tell, Cameron was thinking the exact same thing. If anything, Everett took this as a good sign. A good sign indeed.
It was all he had ever wanted and more, but why didn't it give him the same amount of satisfaction that he had always dreamed it would? Despite it being the thing he had coveted the most in the entire world, he still felt empty inside, and he hadn't a clue as to what could remedy that feeling.
She swept it under the rug like she did with everything else. She never planned on letting it see the light of day ever again. It was better this way. It's how it always was, and how it always will be. Forever alone.
It was disgusting. It was utterly and completely revolting. There was no other words for it. It simply was hideous and horrific beyond all other words. The blasted thing was just staring at me too. Creepy clown doll...how the hell did it get in my room anyway?
Just like that he dropped the package. He suddenly wasn't sure what was inside, but judging by the fact that it sounded like it was ticking at him, it couldn't be good. It had started when he picked it up, and even though it was now on the ground, the noise continued.
He didn't know how he was going to pay. He already didn't have enough money to buy food regularly, let alone get enough money to pay for a lease on the car needed to get to the next job...
She was always on top of the latest trends, always ready for the next style. Some people wondered how she was able to do it, and she just always smiled and told them it was a talent. No one knew how hard or how long she spent pouring over all her fashion magazines.
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