As I awake I feel stuck as if I awake into another dream but in this dream I don't control my body instead the people around me pull me by a string. I want to be free. I grab a knife cutting the skin where the string is attached, praying it will disconnect from me.
I find my way to the kitchen, where my family is eating breakfast. I feel as though they're staring at me. My anxiety rises in me as if I were drowning. " I want to be me." I say focusing on my shoes.
"Okay?" my mother says, confused, looking at my dad then my brother. They shrug in response. I want to tell them how I feel, but I can't seem to find the words. "I'm sorry, just forget about it." I quickly leave the room, running outside.
"They will never love you, they want me, their perfect little girl." the voice in my head creeps up on me, reminding me of the truth. "You're killing their dreams and hopes. They gave you everything, sacrificing so much just to find out they raised a disappointment. How selfish of you. You can't do anything right, not school, not happiness, you can't even take care of yourself, and now this! How pathetic can you be?!"
No, please stop. "You were supposed to be a genius, happy, healthy, a girl not a boy. Why can't you just accept this? It doesn't matter how you feel, it's a sin, it's selfish, you're brainwashed, delusional, possessed even. How can one person be so messed up?"
I don't want to be. I want them to be happy. I didn't mean to be like this, I just want to forget about all of it. "It's too late. You've already ruined everything."
Please, just leave me alone.
"You were always alone."
I thought there was only one string attached to me but now I see there's hundreds. I just want this dream to be over. I started detaching the strings one by one, till there was only one left. As I cut the last one my body begins to fall, there's nothing holding me here now, not hate, nor love. It's just void, that is till I become one with the ground.
Red, the only thing left to see.
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Under your reflection
KurzgeschichtenA message to the hidden. This short story is about the pressure people put on others to be who they aren't. In this story it follows a fifteen year old who goes through the process of discovering who they are.
