The Irony of That chap 2 pt.1
When i woke up, i was no longer a little girl that smiled at everything and thought the world was so perfect. I was now a heart broken teenager that had Tried not to cry for the past week. but no one can escape the silent nightmares that haunted my sleep. I remember when life was great... most of the time. When Dylan was happy, i was happy. When my parents had food fights in the kitchens every once and a while on saturdays. The times were happy when i couldn't wait to go somewhere, simply because everything was going to be okay, i liked the spontaneous feel of everything. But this past week, my life has been a living hell, literally.
I rubbed my tired, dry eyes and opened the shutters to the window, where light was already streaming in, ready to break through, into the dark, sad room. My eyes started to burn from the light, needing to adjust, but instead of closing my eyes or looking away, i stared, out at the golden day that shown like a bright oil painting. i imagined the grass, the