I understand that life comes at you unexpectedly. That situations never quite unfold the way we picture them, and that pain just inflicts itself into our story whether we wanted it or not.
They say that there is light at the end of the tunnel – that no matter how dark it gets, it always gets better.
But what if that is just a comforting lie?
What if there is no light? What if it just gets darker? Narrower? Until you can’t breathe anymore?
What if fate is actually just a nasty little thing? A cruel creature that likes to watch the most innocent people suffer. He loves to play a twisted game of watching who can be the most broken. As he puts bets on the last man standing.
And people talk about the unexpected just being an uncommon tragedy. But what if it's not? What if the unexpected is actually the most predictable part of life? Maybe it's better to assume the worst. So, it hurts a little less when it happens.
Maybe…maybe that's why it happened to me when I was young. Maybe that’s why I was thrown into fate’s cruel arms at just six years old. Maybe it wasn’t some mistake. Maybe little me was supposed to go through it. Maybe I did deserve it.
Because how else do you explain going through something so traumatic, at such a young age.
About the Creator
Bryony-Leigh
Just a girl doing what she loves <3
”If you want to change the world, pick up your pen and write.” - Martin Luther
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