Somewhere.....
A girl sat in her bedrom holding a picture in her hand, she stared at it in anger, pain...
"It's not over, you think death was a quick escape for you? You will feel this pain, over and over again, no matter how many time you're born, no matter how many life you live"; the girl whispered venomously.
"Astra" a voice called making the girl swiftly turn around, a piercing stare on who called her.
how many times have i told you not to call me by that name? she asked
But, we are alone...; the voice replied
I don't care, i don't want anyone to know who i really am! The girl snapped, glaring at the person before her.
"Don't raise your voice at me little girl" the voice warned in a low voice.
I'm sorry Miss. Isolde, but do not call me Astra, for now, please, the walls have ears; the girl apologized.
Fine, but next time, remember,. I'm older than you by years you can't imagine, be respectful; Miss. Isolde replied, turned and walked out, ignoring the girls hard gaze on her.
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As expected, dark cycles around my eyes.
How could i have slept?
I had different thoughts going through my head.
I needed a distraction but nothing worked.
I tried to study, but i couldn't
games? Failed
T.V? I completely zoned out.
I'm exhausted.
I feel so much guilt and confusion.
The old man, i dont even know if he was real.
But if he was, I'm ready.
As i stared at her diary, i wondered if she would be happy to return to this life.
But i missed her so much, i don't know how to let her go.
I'm ready to do anything to bring her back, anything.....
"Jace! Come down breakfast is ready" my mom called
I closed my eyes again, letting myself spiral for a while. That seems to be the only thing i could do since she died.
"Jace!" My mom called again
"Old man...., wherever you are, I'm ready"; i thought before walking out.