The Walls of My Mind

.chapter.32.

By the time I had gotten back to the house, my eye were still red and nobody was home.

I walked into my room and threw my bag onto my bed.

I walked to my desk and grabbed a Sharpie.

There was a place on my wall I had drawn on before.

When I was hurt from Jessie the most.

And now it was time to get rid of those feelings.

I stood there for what seemed like hours staring.

Then, I took the cap off my Sharpie, and started drawing.

Not once did I hesitate and not once did I stop.

I drew over the depressing, broken hearts with band-aids and stitches.

Then, I drew next to the dark, gloomy figures of past drawings.

I drew pictures of healing and mending.

I don’t want to live in my past anymore.

It was time to start healing.

But I still don’t think I’m ready to tell anyone yet.

I can’t bring myself to do it.

So I have to heal myself before I can speak.

And healing doesn’t mean the rush.

No, now that I think about it, the rush was just my escape hatch.

I used the rush to get my mind off of things.

But now I know what I have to do.

And I’m ready to get through this, no matter how much it might hurt.

♠ ♠ ♠

I am *so* sorry it has taken me so long to post up a new chapter.
A lot of things have been going on in my life, and it's been a little hard.
My friend Cameron Van Vlack passed away, and I spent a long period of time helping a lot of my friends heal from it. My boyfriend, Matthew, hasn't been feeling well. That, and his Mamaw, who acts like a grandmother not only to Matthew, but to me as well, has kidney failure and if she cannot find a match, she won't survive. And I've been totally loaded with homework, drumming, and my artwork on top of all of that. Then drama rehearsal is every single day after school, so I'm either getting home at 4:30pm or 7pm. >_<

But I am staying positive, and finally managed to get time to work on this. (:
I'll do my best to put out a chapter as soon as I possibly can from now on. ;D