This is chapter one of my new fan fiction, The Neverending Sadness inside. It's a duel perspective story, so when you see * * *, it means the perspective has changed from one character to another. Thank you so much for checking this out, and I hope you all enjoy!! (Warning, this will be prettyyyy depressing..) :)

It's been thirty days since I got the news. An entire month since I got the news that would change my life, well it should've at least. Nothing has changed though. I'm still stuck in this rut that I've been in all my life.

I slowly put on my gloves and sigh. Anna's right outside the window. I can see the sadness right beyond her eyes, but she hides it so much better than I do. A part of me has grown to hate her. Hate that she doesn't have to go through what I'm going through. That she can just jump around and be all smiley all the time.

At first glance, no one can see the neverending sadness inside of me. I'm pretty, or at least that's what people tell me I am, I'm sweet, apparently, and somehow I've gotten compliments on my "style", whatever that means. That's all at first glance though. If those people truly got to know me, truly got to know who I was on the inside, they wouldn't say those things. Looks can only hide who I am for so long, the facade of my happy-go-lucky temperament can only cover me for so long, I am a monster.

The news that my powers were slowly eating me alive was frightening, no, terrifying. For I am the next in line, the one who is regal, put together, normal. Or at least that's who they think I am. I'm really just Elsa, a girl who lies to herself everyday and a girl who is dying.


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All my life I've known the news. All my life I've known that at one point I would just start to crumble and there would be nothing I could do about it. It doesn't hurt any less though. A month ago I got the news that the strike I got to my head as a child (I've never gotten the full story of how it happened, something about falling..?) finally started to take a toll on my brain.

A part of me hated Elsa, but more of me hated myself. Elsa clearly distanced herself from me because I was the weird one. She was always so well put together. Always stylish, sweet, and pretty. What was I? The one who failed at everything she tried? The one who would always be second best? The one who was useless?

At first glance, no one can see the neverending sadness inside of me. I'm happy, or so they think, I'm funny, since it deals with the pain, but often I wonder if people are laughing at me as opposed to laughing with me. The sadness inside me is haunting, yet it grounds me. It's all I've ever known, and I've grown accustomed to it.

A part of me wonders what life would be like if Elsa never shut me out. If my parents never died. If I never hurt my head and got news that I was slowly dying. I look up and see Elsa staring at me through the window. I'm happy for her. She doesn't have to deal with my pain. She doesn't have to deal with my death. She's happy, and I'm dying.


Soooo, that's part one everyone! Starting off a happy note, right!! :D Anyway, thank you sooo much for reading and stay tuned for next time! I know nothing really happened in this part..it was just to display the character's feelings for one another and to lay out the groundwork. Next chapter, things get interesting!