No meaning

Waking up was never the same after she turned 18. Not every begining comes with an exciting tall tale. She never conunted on such fairy tales. Women in her family kept secrets and lived their lives thirving on this type of mystery. She never cared for any of it. Never once did she look down the path marked with their footsteps.

She awoke to a frightful amount loud noise and throbbing aching pain. He head was about to split and it was almost like the whole city was shoving their way in. The screams and pleas, the gushing love that spewed forth, then came pain. Indescriable and deep, no face to place. Her entire world was empty. Nothing surrounded her, nor were her nightstands close enough to touch, her fingtips brushed the air and she could not understand where this world was coming from. She couldn’t hear her own thoughts, let alone make sense of what was happening.

The deafening chatter grew and grew until, everything finally went black and she fell back in the same spot that held her the night before.

Waking again was a bit more tolerable, her mind clear and the noise faded to a finely tuned buzz.

The thoughts that enveloped her were ready for the next step, pushing and shoving their way froward. Hoping and fighting for attention. What was worse even, is the exhaustion in which they let her with. She pleaded and begged for a break, or to even be forgotten, that was not in her cards. Her life was unraveling before her and with only herself to catch her own fall and gather the pieces left that she could see. It was inevitable that she would no longer live for herself. She would take her next breath not for what she desired but for what thoughts wanted. Why the thoughts can not live is she doesn't.

He life was forever changed because she lost the chance to give away what would never again be her own.

The moral would be to end it before the second chance.