Prisoning Truth
Paranoid Theory. (1st Chapter)
Giselle’s POV:
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The fear of the night has been always haunting me, for some untold reason. All I could do is stare through the window of my condo, watching the dark streets of London. People seem to be more confident than I am, walking around casually at this time of day.
The tall, the skinny, the rotund, and the teenager; these are only a few categories of what I gaze at every night. How are they so fearless? How are they sure that nothing would happen to them, while their outside at night? The sunlight is a protector, it glows the streets and the public; it doesn’t hide the dark forces that could claw your skin at night.
I, personally, apply all my roaming in the morning. I feel suffocated if I stayed outside till the afternoon; it makes my weak shield of self-protection, tremble with worry and interpretations of being harmed. Humans are unpredictable, and that’s why I tend to keep my distance from any contact.
You could befriend someone, trust him or her, and eventually he/she would turn out to be a sinner. I enjoy being alone; because I have been always certain that I wouldn’t harm myself. I got used to being lonely, no parents, no friends, and no one to ruin my plans. I don’t like being watched, but I enjoy applying the same action towards others.
The only way I get to look at people is through this window, which I stand close to at this particular moment. They make me laugh, sadden, and amused. Each one of them holds a personality, each one has an expression written all over their faces. But what are the odds, if I decided to take a step outside, right now?
Would I manage to hold my regular breathing? Will the shadows of the night, wrap around my neck and strangle me? Will I actually survive and get over my paranoid theory? If I don’t give it a try, I will never know. If it weren’t for my empty fridge, and my grumbling tummy; I would be chained to my bed and into a deep yet secure sleep.
I place my black sweater over my arms, grabbing my purse to leave. I give myself a good glance at my mirror’s reflection, studying my facial features before I vacate my tiny condo. I make sure that my contact lenses are placed with caution, staring at myself like it could be the last time. This is it; I will walk out of my apartment for the first time; at night.
God, I really need you by my side right now. You have protected me from all the harm that I disliked, and all I ask is that my short trip to the market would end up positively. As much as I would try to explain it, I might not sound sane or rational. This world is filled with good and bad individuals, but I don’t want to be neither a hero nor a villain in this battle of comparison.
I have been always the person that walked beside the walls, avoiding any contact by anybody. In necessary cases, like going to the market right now, I would tend to nod or give a timid smile at the cashiers. Other than that, I have myself to talk with and entertain. I am a nobody to others, but I am a somebody to my own self.
Notes
For the angels that know my stories, I have missed you all so much <3! I promised you that I will come back with a story to your enjoyment! For those who started reading my story, you already have a piece in my heart. I hope you like this first chapter, and don't worry this is only the introductory part of the story; so more and more will be posted and the story chain will be untied step by step :D. I really want to read your comments and messages as soon as you read this, your opinions and reflections are the most important thing to me. a good story needs a team of: A good writer, and responsive readers, to make it successful right lovelies <3 ? :D God Bless you all
Yours Truly,
Starzella
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