True pain is hard to find and probably easy to experience. When I look at the paper planes soaring
through the room, my pain seems to subside. It’s strange how such a little thing could have such a large
impact on my life–my emotions, my physical state. The soft plush of my duvet under my body wasn’t as
calming as staring at the paper planes, but I find it soothing in the state of being knackered. Which is one
of the things I can’t possibly be right now especially with my mental state. The white blurs suddenly
stopped as my mum came stomping into the room, incredibly mad. Her lips moved, but I heard nothing,
and I knew I would get in so much trouble for this tomorrow. I can’t help it, though, it’s hard to
concentrate when your …show more content…
Suddenly, I’m being shaken and my
mum’s face is too close to mine. I can’t defy my mother, but I also have absolutely no idea what she’s
saying. My numb body was starting gain back feeling; I closed my eyes. I tried to pretend that I cannot
feel anything that feeling isn’t being regained. I suddenly began to regain my hearing: the muffled voice
of my mother, the clear voice of Elvis Presley. I wish she would leave me alone because I could possibly
slip into a coma and escape all my responsibilites. I mean, yes, I don’t like school, but it’s really eating
away at my brain. All the anxiety that’s present is helping nothing and the stuff that my mother
sometimes does doesn’t help either.
As she returns into the room with my brother, I can’t help but wish it would all stop. Everything:
the stress, anxiety, depression. It really is a lot to handle as a mediocre teenager who has a lot of
expectations set over their life. My brother’s muffled voice starts to become clear as I return to …show more content…
“Zed, are you alright?” Typical question that you should never ask someone who is panicking,
but coming from my brother it is very reassuring. I don’t know why, honestly. Maybe it’s the fact that my
brother is my favorite family member. “When you’re ready you can come downstairs. Mum made your
favorite,; cheese pizza.”
I wanted to smile. I really did. I’m very thankful for my brother’s understanding and patience. I
don’t know what I do without him in my life. I do appreciate my mum, I swear, but she just doesn’t
understand me like he does. He’s my best friend and will most likely remain in that position for the rest of
my life. My brother means a lot to me, probably more than most people.
When I sit up, I see my mother sitting in my desk chair staring at me which creeps me out. Maybe
some things she does aren’t normal for mothers, but things like this are a normal occurrence in our
household.
“You’re such a beautiful child, Z. I hate to see you this way,” Her tone sounded bored, like she
was forced to say it and that makes me sad. It almost sounds like she doesn’t care at all, but she
through the room, my pain seems to subside. It’s strange how such a little thing could have such a large
impact on my life–my emotions, my physical state. The soft plush of my duvet under my body wasn’t as
calming as staring at the paper planes, but I find it soothing in the state of being knackered. Which is one
of the things I can’t possibly be right now especially with my mental state. The white blurs suddenly
stopped as my mum came stomping into the room, incredibly mad. Her lips moved, but I heard nothing,
and I knew I would get in so much trouble for this tomorrow. I can’t help it, though, it’s hard to
concentrate when your …show more content…
Suddenly, I’m being shaken and my
mum’s face is too close to mine. I can’t defy my mother, but I also have absolutely no idea what she’s
saying. My numb body was starting gain back feeling; I closed my eyes. I tried to pretend that I cannot
feel anything that feeling isn’t being regained. I suddenly began to regain my hearing: the muffled voice
of my mother, the clear voice of Elvis Presley. I wish she would leave me alone because I could possibly
slip into a coma and escape all my responsibilites. I mean, yes, I don’t like school, but it’s really eating
away at my brain. All the anxiety that’s present is helping nothing and the stuff that my mother
sometimes does doesn’t help either.
As she returns into the room with my brother, I can’t help but wish it would all stop. Everything:
the stress, anxiety, depression. It really is a lot to handle as a mediocre teenager who has a lot of
expectations set over their life. My brother’s muffled voice starts to become clear as I return to …show more content…
“Zed, are you alright?” Typical question that you should never ask someone who is panicking,
but coming from my brother it is very reassuring. I don’t know why, honestly. Maybe it’s the fact that my
brother is my favorite family member. “When you’re ready you can come downstairs. Mum made your
favorite,; cheese pizza.”
I wanted to smile. I really did. I’m very thankful for my brother’s understanding and patience. I
don’t know what I do without him in my life. I do appreciate my mum, I swear, but she just doesn’t
understand me like he does. He’s my best friend and will most likely remain in that position for the rest of
my life. My brother means a lot to me, probably more than most people.
When I sit up, I see my mother sitting in my desk chair staring at me which creeps me out. Maybe
some things she does aren’t normal for mothers, but things like this are a normal occurrence in our
household.
“You’re such a beautiful child, Z. I hate to see you this way,” Her tone sounded bored, like she
was forced to say it and that makes me sad. It almost sounds like she doesn’t care at all, but she