Unspoken Agony- Part 1- Draft 1

Sometimes I feel holding the power to run the world at my fingertips. I built the world. Bringing back those memories of when had a fictional friend. Words tumbled from my mouth and hit my mother’s ears. I had some stories which I needed to share. My story might be different or the same. But what’s new is I, Aastha, is the protagonist of my life. Flickering street light dies without hope. My name means strong, hope, but I don’t think that my personality suits my name. Dipping my nose into freshly ink pages, hands smudging the ink blending like the mountains in the countryside do. Chilling winter winds touch me and remind me that I am sitting by the window of my highschool.