So hi guys~ this kinda my first story. Well not really.. But this is the first one I've published.. Actually thats not true either, i just deleted the old one because it sucked ass. Hopefully this one is better? I'll be updating once per week~ maybe more or maybe less lol I never follow schedules.
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There were many times when I, Bryn Davies, simply felt like disappearing from the face of earth. Now do not confuse me for a problematic girl, who has too many worries in the world and is drowning in never ending sorrow.
No, that is not me. I lead a simple life, I have good friends, and come from a family I love very much. I am no damsel in distress, I have no boy or girl problems and everything is completely normal in my life. I have everything I need or want.
I do have a grumpy old cat called Grimsby who likes to express his disappointment in my existence by hissing at me every now and then,
but no, that is not why I wished to disappear from the face of Earth on a regular Tuesday morning. In fact I loved Grimsby very much, despite his many (and by many, i mean MANY) attempts to claw my eyes out of my skull.
My wish to wipe myself out of this world was not me expressing suicidal thoughts either, I had no suicidal tendencies, I had nothing depressing, tormenting or mentally challenging going on in my life, except History lessons and the 10 pages essay (which I had not even started on FYI) i had to hand in , due that very Tuesday when I opened my eyes and wished to disappear into nothingness.
Again, that wasn't the reason either, the reason actually was because I simply felt as if i did not belong, I always had felt as if i was born into the wrong world at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Maybe it was the numerous books I read about magical realms elsewhere, or stories about brave warriors or wizards or elves or evil spirits that drove my imagination wild. Every time I opened a book I found myself slipping into the story and become a part of it , I found myself fighting the very monsters I read about or battling evil warriors, or I found myself walking along the corridors of Hogwarts in my black robes or even battling demons alongside shadowhunters.
The thing however was, these stories that I loved so much left me hollow, they made me want more and more of these adventures. I believed these stories, each and everyone of them. And I desperately wanted to be a part of them.
And on that particular Tuesday morning, as I got up and got dressed for school, still wishing to disappear with that hollow pain in my chest. I did not become a part of those stories, I created my own.
YOU ARE READING
This is her story
AdventureBryn Davies was born in an ordinary world, with ordinary parents and ordinary friends. But ordinary was the last thing Gwenyth Bryn Davies wanted to be and ordinary was the last thing she was.
