Reaching Out #1
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Chapter 1: Residing in for the day
~~(Lynn) ~~
Every moment glistens with tears of satisfaction, beautiful smiles, pleastaries, and whatsoever, however, though, my moments were anything but those, as far as I can recall. I've been fenced in, locked away my entire childhood, never experiencing what it really felt to be outside.
Mom would throw a hissy fit if I ever dared to hint at going out. I never asked her why. Trying to persuade Dad was like asking a wall to move. He spent his days pretty much prisoned at his office, immersed in work, and never bothered to take part in any family conversation.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all discouraged or stressed out, instead, I initiated my outside world through my vicarious thrill. I visualized how it would feel to be in a world without any sort of chaos, how would it feel to live without constant worries clouding over like weighing clouds.
Like everyone, I forgot decent things were never meant to be kept. They have been seized away from the grasp within seconds. Just like mine.
That world was torn to shreds, pieces that would never come back. It was all over, just like that.
The mode of the environment changed, and along with it, people did too.
The world was suddenly not thrilling anymore. It was dark, and I fend off to find my light, leaving the mess behind me. Somewhere along the way, I hoped I would find something better one day and that seemed like a faraway dream.
The suburbs around this time, at 10 pm or something like that, were mostly...
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Chapter 1: Residing in for the day
~~(Lynn) ~~
Every moment glistens with tears of satisfaction, beautiful smiles, pleastaries, and whatsoever, however, though, my moments were anything but those, as far as I can recall. I've been fenced in, locked away my entire childhood, never experiencing what it really felt to be outside.
Mom would throw a hissy fit if I ever dared to hint at going out. I never asked her why. Trying to persuade Dad was like asking a wall to move. He spent his days pretty much prisoned at his office, immersed in work, and never bothered to take part in any family conversation.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all discouraged or stressed out, instead, I initiated my outside world through my vicarious thrill. I visualized how it would feel to be in a world without any sort of chaos, how would it feel to live without constant worries clouding over like weighing clouds.
Like everyone, I forgot decent things were never meant to be kept. They have been seized away from the grasp within seconds. Just like mine.
That world was torn to shreds, pieces that would never come back. It was all over, just like that.
The mode of the environment changed, and along with it, people did too.
The world was suddenly not thrilling anymore. It was dark, and I fend off to find my light, leaving the mess behind me. Somewhere along the way, I hoped I would find something better one day and that seemed like a faraway dream.
The suburbs around this time, at 10 pm or something like that, were mostly...