Run.

She sat silent, in the walls of her room. Shedding each tear, tired of people. Tired of the judgments. Tired of peers. Tired of parents, and everyone near. Wanting to run, to escape, to sleep for eternity. The rain cried with her. She looked around herself, at the surroundings.. finding herself in a dark place, nothing to be seen. She called, no one answered except a few seconds later.. she heard an echoing voice. She asked where she was, what was happening and why she was here.. it didn't answer. She called out again, for as long as she remembers.. 5 minutes had passed, she felt helpless, alone- like always. Then the unknown voice answered.. "you're where you need to be". She didn't understand, questioning again- "why do I need to be here? What is this place? How did I end up here?". There was complete silence after this, then the voice echoed again.. "those tears are what brought you here, why were they shed?"..

she didn't answer, silent for a few minutes and then she spoke again- "I'm tired. Tired of the force, tired of the expectations, tired of people pushing me to do things. They don't stop, they never will. Even if I'm tired, even if I'm scared.. they don't stop"

The voice replied - "expectations? What are expectations? Why do they haunt you? What's the purpose? The need?"

She remained silent.. the voice echoed once more- "expectations are never ending, no matter the person. Expectations are like side quests, you're told to do or the story isn't 'complete'. But that's not true, the story is what you build. The story is when you shape it from your kind of memories, colour it with those happy and sad moments, glitter it for your piece of mind and put those people in that deserve to be with you. Expectations aren't the sole purpose, the sole meaning of life. You should know you are worthy, worthy of those beautiful moments, those memories you wished would never end and the times when you met the people that changed your life for the better."

She stared into the dark and then the ground. Tears filled her eyes as she saw the scars on her hand light up. Confused as she was, she closed her eyes. This time it felt peaceful. After a few minutes, her eyes opened again.. she looked around to find books and papers lying on her bed, her tears were dry. She realised it was a dream. She was in her bed again, but with a much bigger hope. She wasn't alone this time.. the voice still echoed with her and stayed by her side.

-Sylphiette;