A short description of how I used to feel and sometimes still feel about myself in the area of relatonships. Hopefully, other people will relate and realise that they are not the only one out there to go through something like this.
This is a plotline that came to my head on a weary day and I decided I wished to post it for ideas and feedback. The plotline is most certainly not a finished copy, as I wish to perfect the ideas and concepts before I finished the writing.
Ella always thinks about the worst case scenario. She lives her life battling with 'what if?' thoughts on a daily basis. One day, these thoughts seem to become a reality for her as Ella finds herself the victim of a horrible case of bullying. Yet, she did have it coming, right? She wasn't exactly innocent in all of this, was she?
i still remember...
all the failed plans made with school friends. all the stories scribbled on the last page. and all the dreams that choked a little more as the tie tightened near the neck, like a noose.
all the giggles shared in dorm rooms over a bowl of midnight maggi and all the bunked classes just to go out with that one person. and especially to all the failed aspirations and to the broken dreams.
when life was a bit simpler, and parents could solve most complicated things. when we used to sleep a bit more, live a bit more, and feel alive a bit more. and raw hollowness didn't bite at 4 am when you'd catch yourself staring blankly at the ceiling or the fan or just wanting to replace the room with shimmering stars.
i still remember...when i was naive. and hope was a good thing. but, i don't remember the happiness i once felt, eons ago
This was an idea for a prologue I had but I don't know if it's any good. I appreciate any compliments or constructive criticism. I kinda wanna try writing a book at least for myself.
It's just a prologue so there's little to summarize but you should keep in mind Jacob is not relevant to most of the plot he's just used as a way to explore the protagonist's character.
P.S. I just decided to write this on a whim, so feel free to point out any mistakes.