"As human beings we tend to enslave ourselves to different things" - Anonymous

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It was dark and I kept walking into the growing woods. I look around again, only to be met with nothingness. Still, I couldn't rub off the feeling of being followed. The silence was overwhelming and the darkness seemed to engulf me whole.

That's when I first heard whispering. I jerk at the voices and look around again - fearing any possible outcome. Only the darkening silhouettes of the woods could be seen, but I knew better. Soon enough they started whispering my name. And at that moment, nothing was more terrifying than my own name.

"Rose."
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"Rose."

"Is anyone there?" I call out stupidly, my voice trembling.

"Yes," those voices reply and the next thing I know - they held me.

I wake up with a start in my bed. Oh well.

I don't even bother trying to find out what time I woke up this time. I simply just don't want to and why the hell do I feel dizzy and totally drained of energy?

I could hear random sounds - sounds that are not usually acknowledged. Like the ticking of a clock or water drops dribbling from some tap- oh wait. Which one is it? Did I turn the ones in my bathroom all the way? Or is it from some other room? Weird. This word, this word just won't stop ruining my life heh?

Aish!

After getting bored out of my brains, I decide to change strategy. Deep breathing, for extra luck, I start afresh with what I do best - overthinking over the top.

Why do I have such nightmares? It can't be because of him, right?

Nahhhh.

Definitely not.

But no kidding, these nightmares are gonna be the death of me. Wasn't my 'complicated' and 'not-so-good life' enough? And yeah complicated reminds me of anatomy with complex internal structures and stuff. Why do I have to learn that? Why do I study it even though I don't like it? Can any one tell me why I even go to school?

I groan in frustration. I think too much don't I?

Like there's a doubt!

I roll my eyes at myself but just as parts of my 'complicated life' flash in front of my eyes, all traces of my sarcasm vanish.

Why me? Why like so? Why him? Why... Just why? I ask hoping finally for an answer to these unanswered questions. But you see, that's what they'll always be - unanswered questions.

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I must have fallen asleep sometime late at night cause I woke up to my mum's shouting from downstairs.

"ROSE GET UP NOW!!"

My whole body was somehow sore again and like any other day, I felt like I hadn't slept at all last night. It's just your mind making you think so, they say. Well, hell no!

Despite my mum and everything I keep laying in bed, wishing I could just skip school today, and then everyday.

Not possible.

It was early morning and I already felt like rolling my eyes to the moon and beyond.

Life sucks.

As usual the sun was peeking through the window curtains, taunting me to get up. Like really dude? That's the best you can do?

My mom shouts again, making me realise that me being the early bird I am, just tried to pick a fight with the sun. Again. Great. It really very much irritates me that why do I have to get up every morning and do 'things' I am 'supposed to do'. Like who even sets the 'supposed to do' standards?

They and I really need to have a talk.

It requires great self-help to get out of this oh-so comfortably warm bed, but when I'm up - I'm up. With that I finally get out from bed, so I can dress into something decent enough and get my sorry arse to school.

I get downstairs in about thirty minutes, because my demned frizzy hair doesn't like to cooperate, and am now making my way into the kitchen.

"Rose what took you so long? Breakfast is ready, now hurry up!"

Just as the words are out of her mouth I feel like mum never even said anything. But of course she did. Even so, I don't answer her usual question cause duh you already know the answer, and it's not like ahe wants one anyways.

I sit at the table staring blankly at the food, contemplating suicide. I dunno why exactly but breakfast is one the most difficult things I have to do in life. I feel really sick eating this every morning despite my love for food and stomach cramps aren't much help either.

"Pass me the salt Rose," says the freaking bish.

Like, can't you keep going on with your miserable life and not bother me. Ever.

Well, you'd have cursed at him anyways.

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A very difficult and sickening breakfast later, here I stood in front of this huge monster that has tons of kids practically pouring into its mouth. That's my version but normal people usually call it 'High school'. Tho I one hundred and ten percent agree with my version but as per schedule I too have to walk right into it.

I look around for my bestie for the last time but - as a matter of fact - I don't see her. Even though I know she's not here, I still look for her every single time. As if I look hard enough, she'll magically appear here.

Desperate much eh-?

Coming back to getting into school.

Sighs.

Here goes nothing.

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Yeah, here went nothing (I probably killed grammar in dat sentence but who cares if you got my point)

Anyways, Assalam u alaikum Wattpadis, how's life? How's that chap? What do you think about him and what she considers 'complicated' life? N How do you like me now? :3 (-I'm just realizing how many questions I asked..)

Do read, vote, comment what you thought of this and don't forget to be a good little person.

-Allah hafiz peeps n peace out cause I can't afford to keep making this anymore awkward✌

~M