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I get the feeling I'm not good at anything. Everyone is just too polite to tell me otherwise. They don't want to see me or be around me. I'm too loud or too quiet. Too happy or too sad. To smart to some but too dumb for everyone else. Too childish. Too bossy. Too much

Why am I like this.

'Life is a tunnel

not a cave

keep walking

and you will find again

the light

you left behind'

Atticus

Emily doesnt believe in Love. Its a simple fact. Its a chemical reaction in the brain. A trick to feel less alone. To believe in something that is good. A stomach can not be filled with butterflies it's simply not true.

And yet.

When someone dares to interrupt her from her own world writing furiously in a notebook attempting some resemblance of a poem as the world around her crumbles. She can't find it within herself to be upset.

The girl is young. Around the same age as her she guesses. Dressed all in black the girl looks out of place on such a bright and cheery day and she tries to argue with herself that the reason she has been staring at this poor girl is exactly that. The girl is out of place. And yet that can't be true.

If it was simple confusion would she feel like a bumble bee while the sweet smell of the girls purfume comparable to nectar of the worlds most beautiful flower.

If it were confusion would she feel the caterpillars crawling their way into her stomach, looking for somewhere to live.

If it were confusion would her voice be comparable to the song of the lark in the early morning.

The girl speaks again her voice a little confused likely because she is still staring but she doesnt hear it over the burst of poetry exploding in her brain. She quickly looks back down to her paper. It doesn"t seem so hopeless anymore.

The blank spaces on the pages dont seem so plain. Instead they are filled with the girls smile, her eyes, her odd black dress. And writing has neve felt easier.

The girl sits down opposite a curious look on her face as she watches now silently as she writes, not close enough or quite at the right angle to read the words and yet she stays and watches anyway.

Hours pass.

A shout can be heard from the distance, loud and shrill. Emily looks up from her writing at that and notices the girl still sat with the same curious look on her and she blushes lightly at the realisation.

The shouting gets louder and its becoming more and more obvious what they are saying. The name Emily becoming clearer by the minuite.

She stands up wiping the grass off of her dress and spots her sister calling for her to come set the table for dinner. With a groan she agrees.

Turning back towards the girl she finds no one. A piece of her paper and a pencil in the girls place. She picks it up a smile on her face as she reads,

same time tomorrow?-Sue

Emily doesn't believe in love at first sight. It's a simple fact. But she might believe in it at the second.

Underground

Darkness.Eyes shut and relaxed as if asleep. Sweat drenches their dark brown hair and clothes which are wrinkled and covered in dirt and stained with tears.

Slowly they begin to open their eyes, Rubbing at their eyes and stretching in the darkness before sitting up. There is no sound not even from their own shuffling on the gravel beneath themt. A shout echoes through the darkness. Not necessarily words but more a noise to gain familiarity with the surroundings.The noise echoes for what seems like forever before finally quieting at what they can only guess is too far to hear with the seemingly never ending tunnel.And despite the obvious size of the tunnel it begins to feel smaller with every breath.

As they begin to familiarise themselves with the darkness they begin to become more self aware and soon enough hunger pangs at their stomach acid rising in their throat leaving a sour taste in their mouth along with the dryness that already lingers.

They check around them lazily for a sign of a backpack of sorts that they might have prepared previously containing even a droplet of water to soothe their scratching throat but it proves pointless when all they feel is the same gravel around them and no matter how hard they squint their eyes never quite seem to adjust enough to the blinding darkness.

Giving up on the search for any sort of supplies they find themselves instead longing for a way out of the situation they are in and clumsily stand up wobbling on their sleeping legs.When they finally get themself off of the ground and into an upright position they look around once more as if the height advantage would prove itself helpful but alas the darkness continues forever and the strain of standing only grounds them back to reality enough to feel a weight beginning on their chest as if the darkness was suffocating them as they stood in it and yet they cannot find it in themselves to take a step out of the dark.

A sudden sound breaks them out of their thoughts and their hands go to cover their mouth on instinct in an attempt to stop the echo that plagues before and yet no echo follows the noise and when the noise comes again it does not sound muffled by the hand that is obstructing his mouth nor do they feel their lips move against their hand.

The voice is almost calling to them in the darkness and yet as they look around hoping to see someone stood in front of them to help guide them instead they just find more darkness. And yet the call continues and whispering gently to move from their spot on the gravel. At the sound of the voice the weight continues to grow on their chest as if it was something they were supposed to recognise.

Voice

(Whispering)

You have to move along my dear.

It isn't until the third attempt of the voice that it clicks somewhere deep in their head and all of the fear from the darkness disappears in an instant and is replaced with the overwhelming feeling of comfort.

Voice

(Whispering)

You will be safe soon enough you my dear. I will be with you again soon enough.

They take a step in the darkness half expecting to fall right through the floor but instead are met with more gravel, so they take another small step encouraged by the voice that seems to be getting closer in some way. They keep making small steps until their foots into a large metal pole that continues to go on.

voice

(whispering)

Follow the pole it shall only lead you to me.

A few more steps following the pole and the voice is now speaking in the same tone and volume as they would if they were to whisper to themself quietly in the darkness and for a moment their hand reaches up to the encouraging voice hoping to be reunited not just in spirit.

A light breaks through the darkness illuminating their hand and the emptiness around them and they look around them to figure out the cause to see they are stood on a rail track. Fear fills their chest once again as the light begins to grow  closer and closer and brighter and brighter until the ground beneath them begins to shake vigorously from the on coming light the noise. As the light grows closer and closer the quiet is replaced with a deafening beep growing louder and louder until it finally gets so loud that they cover their ears and begin to run away from the noise and yet nothing changes the noise still gets louder as hard as they try.

It all goes blank and for a second they are afraid they are back on that track stuck there forever in their own personal hell and yet this time when a sudden light appears so does a figure tall and bright even against the sharp light on their face is a sympathetic smile as they catch them in their arms and slowly sink to the floor in quiet sobs. Together again, Not in the way they had imagined but finally together again.

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