Think of This As My Personal Space

Title says all.
Pretty much short stories, personal stories, or poems.

Chapter 1

Real Personal Story

She doesn't know what to do, where to go. She's so confused, sometimes staring at a knife or pain medication, and wishing things would end, staring out the window at the heavy mist hanging from the sky.
She listens through the walls at the screaming that rings through the house, shaking the roof and echoing through the neighborhood, wishing she could comfort her Mother, who sheds tears as swiftly as rain falls from the sky in monsoon season.
She walks through the hallway, tortured with thoughts of her own self being the cause of this, wishing that she wouldn't need to endure the pain of walking past him, and he doesn't give her a glance. Yet they were together, and still are, but he has mood swings, and she's never warned. Then she regrets not leaving him before. It's just abuse through emotion.
And She watches the other him from afar, knowing that he is older than her own self by four years, wishing she could pluck up the courage to talk to him. Then She realizes that this is going against the boy that she is already with.
She comes home amidst screaming, shouting, confusion. She slams the door to her room and leans against the bed, eyes closed, unwilling to let any tears slip past her closed eyelids.
She's sick of crying, tired of trying, she knows she's smiling, but inside she's dying.
She looks out the window at the steady drizzle, almost blurred by the salt water welling up in her eyes, and suddenly realizes:
Life is not waiting for the storm to pass; it's about learning to dance in the rain.
And realization dawns upon her tear-stricken face, as she finally figures it out. Other people in the world would do anything for her position, and that she should be grateful for what she has.
She goes to bed, enjoying tearless dreams of the 'perfect' life.
And when she wakes up, she has forgotten all of her troubles.
Until it all comes flooding back to her- all except for learning to dance in the rain.
She doesn't know what to do, where to go.
This is my life.

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