Molly's 'Piece of Writing'!

Molly couldn't decide quite what she had written. It wasn't really a story. It wasn't a diary-entry. It was, she decided, just a piece of writing!

A Piece of Writing, by Molly

They say when you hit rock bottom, you can only get back up. You need to realise that there are other people who feel like you do. Sick and tired of running bare-foot on stone floors. Sometimes, this doesn't work. Sometimes, those people are taller than you, too far away or they just don't care. You run into stone walls and bang locked doors with your fists, but there is no escape. Monsters chase you, dark scary monsters, and worst of all, you know who they are. They're monsters that shout insults, trip you up, and can hurt you without even getting close. You scream and scream but no-one can hear you, so you take the only option and run. Running and running, making sharp turns and demolishing anything in your way. You keep running, keep turning, never stop, though all you want to do is curl up and die. Bash your head against floors, dig your fingernails into your palms. Something, anything to wake yourself up from this nightmare.

 You find a dark corner to sit in and watch people start to build towers. Towers of hope. Towers of strength. Towers you will never climb. Your hands wrap round your knees and your face goes down into your lap. You can't bear to watch people work their way back up to the top. Because you know however high you stretch, you will never reach the top.  

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