tired.

The lights began to dim as I flipped the switch. I stood still in the center of the carpet, which was as old as me. I blared music, the lyrics repeating harshly in my head. I raised my hands, gaze cold, thinking about how I'd been told I was the favorite. I thought about my parents arguing with my brother, and how he had so much built up stress. I remembered the several fights and drama in my friend group. I thought to myself a thought I'd never thought before, as I loved my friends dearest. Screw them, I don't need Finn, or Arlo, I don't need Cypher right now. I wanted the friends I was ripped away from by the people who said I was their favorite. I stood in the center, still, as I gazed up. My eyes slowly closed as I let my hands fall and told myself to rest. I climbed into bed, but I couldn't lay. I smiled as I stood over my bed, on all fours, waiting as I told myself the person that helped would be here soon.