Lost In Your Demise
Chapter 3
Ophelia's P.O.V
It's been three years since his death; yet, I still can't seem to get over him. My thoughts dwindle upon him 24/7. Though I have somewhat got on with my life, I've still been depressed. My mother and father have been with me ever since. The things they've done for me are so painfully kind but still I linger in the past.
I rolled out of bed and groggily rubbed my eyes. The sunlight that shone through my window was too bright so I quickly pulled the curtains across. Most of the time I'd spend in my room, lying in bed, head shoved in the pillow. But today, I started university. I have to get over him… I need to… Yet it's just so hard… I sighed and stood from the bed, holding the wall for balance since my legs felt numb. I limped towards my dresser and pulled opened the draw, taking out a pair of ripped, skinny jeans and frilly white top.I stretched them on and shoved on my red converse shoes. I simply tied my hair in a ponytail. Then I left the house completely.
The outside world met with my gaze; it brought feelings of nostalgia, an overpowering emotion I couldn't handle. I quickly grasped onto the railings of my front porch and took a few deep breaths in. The atmosphere reeked of happiness; people chuckling as they passed by, huge smiles spread across their faces. My heart pumped rapidly.
*Come on… You can do this…* I reassured myself. I carefully took the first step down the stairs of the porch, still holding the railing for support. Then I took another, then another, and finally reached the bottom. I never thought the outside world would become so frightening… Then again, who knows how badly it would’ve been if I stayed inside any longer. I felt almost relieved to breath in the fresh air around me. I blinked a couple of times before opening my eyes to the scenery. Things had changed. A towering, new unit stood before me across the road, the clothes people were wearing were more advanced. I wondered if I really had only just been inside for three years, but actually ten years. But I knew that couldn’t have been since my physical features hadn’t actually changed that much.
After somewhat adapting to the environment, I began walking to the university; a short stumble down the pathway and there I was in front of it. A humungous, grey building, windows scattered horizontally across the brick walls. I headed inside and kept my head down…
~TO BE CONTINUED… SHORTLY~
It's been three years since his death; yet, I still can't seem to get over him. My thoughts dwindle upon him 24/7. Though I have somewhat got on with my life, I've still been depressed. My mother and father have been with me ever since. The things they've done for me are so painfully kind but still I linger in the past.
I rolled out of bed and groggily rubbed my eyes. The sunlight that shone through my window was too bright so I quickly pulled the curtains across. Most of the time I'd spend in my room, lying in bed, head shoved in the pillow. But today, I started university. I have to get over him… I need to… Yet it's just so hard… I sighed and stood from the bed, holding the wall for balance since my legs felt numb. I limped towards my dresser and pulled opened the draw, taking out a pair of ripped, skinny jeans and frilly white top.I stretched them on and shoved on my red converse shoes. I simply tied my hair in a ponytail. Then I left the house completely.
The outside world met with my gaze; it brought feelings of nostalgia, an overpowering emotion I couldn't handle. I quickly grasped onto the railings of my front porch and took a few deep breaths in. The atmosphere reeked of happiness; people chuckling as they passed by, huge smiles spread across their faces. My heart pumped rapidly.
*Come on… You can do this…* I reassured myself. I carefully took the first step down the stairs of the porch, still holding the railing for support. Then I took another, then another, and finally reached the bottom. I never thought the outside world would become so frightening… Then again, who knows how badly it would’ve been if I stayed inside any longer. I felt almost relieved to breath in the fresh air around me. I blinked a couple of times before opening my eyes to the scenery. Things had changed. A towering, new unit stood before me across the road, the clothes people were wearing were more advanced. I wondered if I really had only just been inside for three years, but actually ten years. But I knew that couldn’t have been since my physical features hadn’t actually changed that much.
After somewhat adapting to the environment, I began walking to the university; a short stumble down the pathway and there I was in front of it. A humungous, grey building, windows scattered horizontally across the brick walls. I headed inside and kept my head down…
~TO BE CONTINUED… SHORTLY~
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