The girl sits on her bed with her knees pulled tightly into her chest. Tears well up in her eyes, which are already puffy and red-rimmed from crying. 

You're such a disappointment.

You're just a gay idiot. 

Her thoughts taunt her as she rocks back and forth.

Why can't you just be normal?

Why aren't you as smart as everyone else?

The tears spill over again. Her inner monologue was right. Why wasn't she normal? Why couldn't she be like everyone else? 

Quiet, she reminds herself. Don't wake up everyone else. If they find out I'll probably never be able to dance again-

"No. It's fine, you're fine, everything's fine." The girl interrupts her train of thought, with a raspy yet defiant whisper, "You're going to get up tomorrow, and act like everything's fine... it's what you always do."

But then she thought of what would happen should her family find out, and tears pool in the corners of her eyes, the cycle beginning again.

She was counting on everyone else being too stressed to notice it care about what she was doing. Too focused on other things...

Too focused to notice how she was falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Falling...

Until she hits the ground,

Broken.

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Wrote about myself. Yea. Not much else to say.

Word count: 191 words

Time completed: 3:13 am with a mobile device.

Current mood: broken by Jonah Kagen