I'm not a monster...I'm not a monster...I just have a bad past...is there anything wrong with that? My heart is heavy, my pillow is drenched in red...it's like my hope grew wings and is trying to fly away...but it was caught...it was caught in the strings of my heart which is slowly unraveling...some how I still have a bit of hope...I keep holding on. I don't know why...I don't know how.Wouldn't it be better if I disappeared? I'm slowly fading away anyway...am I a ghost then? No. I must be a monster...keeping my hope captive...the only thing is...I don't know how to set it free. The people around me keep speaking jiberish...things about make-up and boyfriends...girlfriends and sports...I don't act like normal people...do I? Am I normal at all? What am I even thinking?
"Kaya?...are you alive in there?" My friend spoke knocking me out of my strange state.
"Yeah...I'm fine...don't worry..." Kaya...that's my name...Kaya.
"Kaya?" My friend asked again.
"Are you sure you ok?" She gave me an odd look.
"Yeah...I'm just thinking..." I looked at my blank sheet of lined paper holding my pencil right above it's crystal clear sea of inspiration...yet...I couldn't think of anything...
"What are you thinking of?"
"Something to draw..." That's when the bell rang signaling for us to go back to class...I basically ran from the lunch room though...I ended up going home early instead.