stellarlights
Everywhere the people around me embraced and exchanged kisses and chocolate. It was Valentine's Day and love was in the air. I watched wistfully from my reclusive house through the dirty window. I was loved once.
I blinked wildy as my surroundings faded to black. I looked around frantically but everything was distorted by the shadows. I was in some sort of dark room, and there was no way out. I tried to scream, but no sound escaped.
The man leaned in and kissed the girl on the cheek. Then he swiftly grabbed the knife she was holding and plunged it through her chest.
Reports show that he doesn't exist. No records of his birth can be found, and nobody can locate his family or anyone that has ever seen him. He is a nobody. He does not exist.
I have no relatives. I have no parents or friends. I am a single being, built for the purpose of being alone, and staying that way forever.
He solved the math problem. He got beat up after class for being a nerd.
The old lady threw the fat children into the furnace and cackled as they screamed.
Today I got my report card, and I was content to see that my grades were average. Also, I saw some kid get run over by a car this morning on my way to school. He was okay though; he just got up and left. Today in my English class, we watched Julius Caesar, and it was interesting. It was really cold outside this morning, I stayed inside as much as possible... Oh, what? This whole story is irrelevant? Sorry, I must've become sidetracked.
I kept walking, but to no avail. I had been climbing for hours, days, even weeks, but there were always more steps. I had some place to be, and that was wherever the stairs would lead me... And until then, I am to climb the endless staircase.
The dog down the street was barking insults at me while I sat in the corner of my room, covering my ears as the spider on the celling beckoned to me, whispering intentions of stealing my blood in my sleep. A fly buzzed around my head, screaming the end was near, and the cat muttered murderous threats under its breath. I shuddered as I tried to close out the sound of the squirrels chattering about the latest scandal and the ants on the windowsill warily stared down at me. It was a simple wish, yet it had ruined my life. I reached for the knife that was placed on top of my drawer as the goldfish that I had neglected for so long smirked as the vultures swooped in for a feast.
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