Hope your all having a good week! I know first week and after a week break is so hard, but power through- Summer is almost here!
Firstly I should do massive apology to you little geeks! Let me apologize for not uploading anything in a few weeks, the reasons behind this is :
1. I am in a creators/writers block right now and I am struggling for content.
2. My anxiety is horrid. Lets leave that there.
3. I have been super super busy with college work.
Typically I try and use Wednesdays (where I am only in college for the morning so it gives me the whole afternoon to write stuff.) However this wednesday I went on a college trip to London where we went to a few art galleries, Camden Market (which I love) convent garden (again I love this place!) and saw WICKED for my second time :) so that has taken up a lot of writing time has been taken up with this trip and any other time I had has been sleeping (as I am very tired an exhausted from this trip) and catching up on coursework.
Generally I am sorry I haven't written in weeks, I will make it up to you!
Sorry for rambling, anyway this weeks blog post is Hell found Me part 8. This is a story I have been writing for about a year now, and I love it so much I am very proud of this. If you need to catch p on any other part to know the whole story or remind yourself any of it all links will be here:
Don't worry they all open in different tabs/pages so you don't lose the link to this :) I will give you some time to catch up :)
(a few hours later..) yay your all caught up? yay here is part 8 then...
After a few minutes, we break the sandwich hug apart as Rebecca says “I can’t believe it was only 48 hours ago that we were breaking you out of here so much has happened that feels forever ago!”
I do as she commanded and sat quietly on the chair by the door. I nervous sit forward with my hands under my legs, trying to warm my hands up and stop the anxiously shaking. I watch the clock in the corner hoping watching time go with make me focus on something and stop my anxiety however it makes it worse not better so I grab my phone from my hoodie pocket and try and see if going on my phone distracts me from thinking about therapy and my anxiety and why I am here. It helps but it doesn’t work completely. I receive a text from Isabella saying “sorry we had to leave but we will be back first thing tomorrow with a special visitor! Good luck in therapy you will be okay we promise! We love you!! “ followed by a few love heart emjois. I feel so grateful to have them. I text them back “thanks and it wasn’t your fault don’t worry, yes please come back tomorrow and who is this special visitor ? tell me please haha”
Nathan walks out door looking upset like something happened in therapy. He spots me on chair, and he wipe a single tear from the corner of his eye. He pretends everything is fine but I can tell it’s not okay. We finally talk and say something but quietly.
“hey, you okay?”
Sorry to leave it there, I will try and put part 9 up soon as I know thats a bit of a cliff hanger, but it keeps you reading :)
what do you think of the story? any criticism or comments about it would be good just positive only:)
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