Chapter 19 ~ A hand or a messed mind

Chapter 19 A hand or a messed mind

Athena

"That's how forgettable you are."

The words echo in my mind, slicing through the silence of my car. Over

and over, they replay, like a cruel melody stuck on a loop,

each repetition heavier than the last.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, knuckles turning

white, but it does nothing to steady the trembling in my hands.

It's been thirty minutes thirty long, suffocating minutes -

and I'm still here, parked in the same spot, unable to step out of my car.

I barely slept a wink last night. I thought tears would help but they just made

it even worse because I woke up with a pounding head.

As I sit here, my chest feels too small for the ache inside it, like I'm trying

to swallow a scream that refuses to come out. The air

feels too thick, the car too quiet - the only sound is my uneven breathing, breaking the silence in shaky gasps.

It's at this point when I miss my mother. I wish she was still alive so I could tell her everything

while she hugged all the pain

away. But even that is a dream too far-fetched.

Did someone curse happiness from my life?

I have no one I can rely on. My aunt and uncle only see a bank in me and

my cousins are even worse. My parents were the most

kind and brought

people together but I guess they only showed up because of what they

could get from them because ever since

they died, no one has ever reached out.

was getting married. Only

kept saying was how much I needed to

week now that I

Tears I've been

I feel so alone. So broken

Should I get therapy?

that help me

now I feel like I'm losing

person so

I blink, but

dashboard into a mess of colors.

out of this abyss but all it does

another layer to the

An hour.

have an exam

be focusing running through questions, definitions, anything

I can think about is him. His voice.

hand or a

looked at me.

said it, with a disgusted look like I was a mistake not

Forgettable.

really

when no matter what

you never

I was living beyond my means and

would

I remember how they would laugh and say

drug addict.

as fuel to study hard. I got through that and

where I met

how am I failing

a heartbreak is bound to leave

special.."

just...

at. A placeholder until he can finally

forehead against the steering wheel, squeezing my eyes

kind of hurt that gnaws at the edges of your soul, the kind that whispers ugly

He doesn't care.

He never did.

maybe

I have a

that's a good

I have to move.

less than an

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