MysteriousLiarBoy - Page 208

I'm 13 and 5 feet 5 inches… Does that count?

Tora: *sitting in the Prize Corner*

Alma: *Walking down an alley*

Destiny: *humming and walking with Fate*
Fate: *sighs and looks down*

I lay here. In this unmarked grave, forever alone and hated. Watching the ones in the marked graves being pampered with flowers and gifts. Oh, how I despise them. How I envy them.

I am forever unknown. To be forever unnamed, it is truly torture. No one to love you, bring you flowers. Imagine, watching the marked graves being cared for, as your corpse is being trampled. Knowing no one knows your even there.

I am stuck in this hell. I am chained to where I am buried. Where no See More one will find me. I am numb and lost. I can't move. I can't feel anything. Anything but pain and sorrow and hatred. I wish someone could lift this burden I carry on my shoulders. But I know…. There's no one on this earth that knows me, that loves me.

I am forced to lay here, in this unmarked grave, watching the others. They know there's still people that love them, that miss them. But, I! There is no one that even knows where I'm buried! What if someone out there knows me? Actually misses me?

….

I doubt it. I've been laying here for so long… I don't know how long.

Days? No, it's been much longer than that.
Weeks? No, longer, still.
Years? Eons? I don't know any more. I watched my own body rot, just like everyone else. But they, they had people to help ease there pain. I am forever forgotten. Never to be found. So I will sit, and try to ease my own pain. Because I am forgotten, no one knows my pain… No one knows my suffering… No one knows…

So I will sit in this hell. And wait for someone to realize, they are not walking on a measly sidewalk, or path, but they are walking on a grave. They are walking an a being, just like them. Clad in a blue leather armor, and rifle beside them. A flag folded neatly over their chest. Their once chestnut hair, fallen out and rotted. Their once creamy skin, gray and decayed. And once green eyes, melted and rotted to no revival. A look of pain and terror forever imprinted on their face.

One day, they will discover me. One day, I will no longer be forgotten. One day, I will be free.


(Oh no! It's a sad story I had written!)