I held my breath.
She noticed.
My dad still didn’t ask me day after day how everything was.
It didn’t matter really, I would have just said fine.
I held my breath.
He didn’t notice.
I still looked after my sister everyday. She was the one thing I knew I would always have and it was my sister that kept me hanging on, even in all that darkness.
With her, I could breath lightly, still not deep, but enough to survive. Enough to remember what it felt like to breath fully. Enough to want to breath deeply again. With her I could laugh and not breathe because laughing was too enjoyable to breathe, the kind when you can’t but you don’t care.
Otherwise, I was just the girl who sat in the back of the class, with my long hair draped across my shoulders and not looked after. I was the girl who still dressed in boy’s clothes when all the other tomboys grew out of it years ago.
I held my breath, wanting to go unnoticed, not wanting to make a sound.
No one noticed; that was becoming the point.
She noticed.
My dad still didn’t ask me day after day how everything was.
It didn’t matter really, I would have just said fine.
I held my breath.
He didn’t notice.
I still looked after my sister everyday. She was the one thing I knew I would always have and it was my sister that kept me hanging on, even in all that darkness.
With her, I could breath lightly, still not deep, but enough to survive. Enough to remember what it felt like to breath fully. Enough to want to breath deeply again. With her I could laugh and not breathe because laughing was too enjoyable to breathe, the kind when you can’t but you don’t care.
Otherwise, I was just the girl who sat in the back of the class, with my long hair draped across my shoulders and not looked after. I was the girl who still dressed in boy’s clothes when all the other tomboys grew out of it years ago.
I held my breath, wanting to go unnoticed, not wanting to make a sound.
No one noticed; that was becoming the point.
