I pulled my knees to my chest, realizing I was somewhere in the History Hall. I burried my head in my knees, my small frame shaking with silent sobs, tears soaking the knees of my jeans. I didn't know why the memories were so harsh today, why they were so hard to deal with, but I couldn't help it.
I felt so weak. I hadn't gotten like this in years. Almost 10 years, and I hadn't shed a single tear. I'd taken all that pain and turned it to anger, to hate, to protecting the rest of the world, and now, it was all gushing forth in tears and hurt. I couldn't help myself.
Someone help me... I thought helplessly, trembling under the gaze of a curious, but wary hall monitor. To my relief, he let me be.
I felt so weak. I hadn't gotten like this in years. Almost 10 years, and I hadn't shed a single tear. I'd taken all that pain and turned it to anger, to hate, to protecting the rest of the world, and now, it was all gushing forth in tears and hurt. I couldn't help myself.
Someone help me... I thought helplessly, trembling under the gaze of a curious, but wary hall monitor. To my relief, he let me be.