INCONCLUSIVE PROSPECT

Some memories are not wanted. Some of those memories bring on fear, doubt, and some possible truths play in mind. A memory burstthrough the doors of my mind when I was doing something most girls wouldn't do, because they're not like that. I thought I wasn't. But now there's this chance that maybe it's true.

The memory ate away at my concentration for a good hour, then something came up. Something that's been on my mind most of the evening, it's so formidable. I never thought it would be possible, but now I'm uncertain. It looms over me like a dark shadow, following me around as I try to ignore it.

But I believe it will have me running in circles tonight, unable to get the adequate amount of sleep needed for tomorrow's happenings. So by the middle of the tests I will stand up withought a care and scream, looking like this guy.

so yeah, this thing is eating at me this very moment, telling me to do something about it, to find the answer I need desperately, but I don't even know right now. All I know is that my owrld has been tainted with the darkness of this thought that will now haunt me. How do I find out? When will I know for certain? Is there a real way to define the line between the two things I might be?

So for now I hide in a closet, not knowing which door to go through. The door to pureness of the white snow in Narnia? Or the musty, confusing house with million sof aging secrets hiding in the corners of my mind?

I'm not sure.

And that thought scares me.