This one is actually two part story, since it will be considering both a male and a female protagonists with unrelated storylines.
#1:
“Life is so perfect for most of us. We are the entitled bunch, who never feel like something wrong can ever happen to us. Until it does.
And then, all that is left behind is a broken and damaged replica of your former self. You are consoled that you made it through the worst. That you are so strong for getting through the hardest part. But they don’t seem to realize that the hardest part isn’t the physical part. It’s getting over the mental trauma.
You lie. You cry. You try. You do everything you can come up with just to put this behind in your life. To have this nightmare of a chapter of your life be finally done with. But it isn’t that easy. Because no one understands you. Not really. They may have gone through their own journeys and succeeded but that is no guarantee that you will as well.To move on is like cutting away a part of yourself: So painful that it is nearly impossible.
So how do you heal, knowing that even healing won’t really change anything?”
#2:
“They say that crying is for sissies. That only people without a backbone are the one who cry. I was not one of them. I am now.
Everything has changed. Even I am not the same anymore.
These memories are eating away at my mind, making it see things and people who are no longer there. It feels like I have been separated from the world because while it walks ahead on its usual unaffected path, I am paralyzed and unable to join them all.
There is a strange fear within me, haunting my every thought and penetrating my every action with its poisonous influence. I am second-guessing things I was so proud of.
I feel broken, used and rejected. Others try but no one else understands truly. I can pretend to be alive but all I feel now is that what remains is the shell of what I used to be. I want to heal, but I don’t know how.
What do I do?”
The first is for the girl’s POV and the second is for boy’s POV. I am still working out some details but what do you think?
Narrating the Dream 