No one understands me, the hurt, the pain i go through.
Like, not being able to get the freaking designer bag i want, and I have been asking my father for it for months!
It’s not even cost that much. Just a couple thousand. Ugh.
I used to be able to buy my self anything I wanted, but now all i can buy is cheap baggers clothes. That’s what my dad said. It almost felt like my worst fears were going to come true.
I was going to become a begger a poor person. And without warning that’s what we became. We moved into a small house. I bought poor people clothes. I lost many friends. And then again almost as if this was some horrible nightmare, we went right to the bottom.
Where once we were on top with the elites, we sunk to the bottom like the titanic.
We were homless.
I became the thing that people looked at with discussed. The thing that I once laughed at.
After a week of self pity and my father trying to find a job and a place to stay. I decided I would help him.
But it was so hard. No one wanted a homeless person to work for them.
But after a month of looking and begging. I finally got a job at McDonald’s. It wasn’t much but it was something.
And Day by day, month by month. Me and my dad worked our butts off, until we finally bought a cute small house.
No it wasn’t a mansion, but I didn’t need or want that, not anymore.
I was happy. Actually happy. Content with the life i have. The people. Everything.
(It’s a dark story)
I never wanted to be surrounded by darkness.
But the darkness was all I had.
All I remember.
It had always been around me, everywhere I went, there was no escaping it.
I was never scared of it.
It was almost like we were friends, family even.
At school people said that I was a secret serial killer, that I had done horrible things in my past. Because I was the “quiet kid”.
I had gotten bullied on a daily basis.
Pain mentally and physically was a normal thing to happen to me. I had become numb to everything in the world.
The night was the only comfort to me. It was when everyone was asleep.
I was alone, with the darkness.
And one night,
After possibly the worst pain I went through.
The darkness for the first time in my life spoke to me.
And told me to do something that would change my life as I knew it.
So the next day, I came to school very early with gasoline…
And a lighter.
Surrounded the school with gasoline, the inside had plenty too.
When everyone was in class, I snuck out of the building and lit the gasoline, and ran.
My old life is now gone, Burt to a crisp.
A few days later, I found my face and name on a wanted poster.
For burning a school down and ending the lives of many.
But I knew I was going to be fine because the darkness will shroud me, it will hide me from those who want me dead.
But I am no longer being abused mentally or physically.
I never have to see those jerks ever again.
I am finally happy.
(It’s a little bit different then the prompt)
People say that they like to drift into their imaginary world.
Because It is better than our world.
But that is not the same for me.
I hate every minute I am in my “dream” world.
But I always seem to get sucked into my dreamy nightmare ish world, where I see stuff you would never want to dream about.
People dying everywhere, to monsters like you have never seen before chasing you.
And it’s never a beautiful world either, it is usually dark and gloomy.
But then again, it is also not as different as my world, where I live in the dark and always on the run.
From people who want me dead.
As I watch those around me getting caught and dying…
When will all of this be over?
When they catch me?
Will my nightmares make me go mad to the point of death?
Or will I find…the other world?
I drank it… “ do you feel any different?” Asked a scientist.
“Jimmy? Are you… ok?”
I felt roots I going through my body, starting with my veins then the rest of my insides. And although i wanted to scream, because of the painfully uncomfortable feeling, but I couldn’t say a word, because the roots had spread to my lungs.
And then the the roots ran through and around my skin, looping in out and circling around my body.
“JIMMY!?” The scientists were yelling and shouting to me and others around me, clearly freaking out.
Until what ever it was spread all through out my body.
But I no longer was uncomfortable or hurting.
To reassure them that I am fine i said,” I am Groot.”
( btw this is not a poem, this is a part two for a story I had written before called; The controller… I hope you like it!)
I had dreamed of this happening, but I never thought it would actually happen. that my sister would fling herself out the window! It is all becoming real.
All I could do was stand there in shock for a straight minute. Trying to comprehend the situation. Once I gained my composure I ran to the window to see what was left of my sweet sister. But when I looked down I saw a trampoline. And my sister wasn’t there.
“Wh- what?!” I exclaimed out of confusion. And then from the living room I heard… the tv? I sprinted to the living room to see my sister on the couch, with a sly look on her face as she looked up at me and said: “The controllers mine now.”
“I am not a FREAKING TOY! Don’t you understand?! I breathe, I walk, I talk, but, all you ever see is this.. this thing who you can just play with, and throw around, LITERALLY! And then you act like you didn’t just hurt me, like I forget everything you have done to me, like I am some sort of goldfish. Well news flash I am not a goldfish, and I am definitely not your toy.”
I starred at him intensely, until he started… laughing.
“Oh sweet heart, you just don’t understand do you? Where do you think you came from?” He questioned, but I didn’t have an answer.
“Have you ever wondered who was your family? Why you can’t remember your childhood?” I shot back.”It’s because I was in a coma, that’s why I can’t remember anything, but eventually it will come back to me.”
“ ahhh poor, poor Leah. You were never in a coma. I had said that so it would be more believable that you were human, so that other people wouldn’t get suspicious.”
I replied. “But..wait I was.. created… by you?”
“ yes.” He so smoothly replied, walking towards me.
“And now I think it’s time to go to sleep.”
I was shocked, but even before I could react he reached behind my head, turned a switch, and I blacked out.
Boring. My life is so boring.
Working in a average paying job with average people and average drama, nothing out of the ordinary.
But my dreams, oh my dreams are a place where all I want to be, can come true.
Possibilities endless possibilities. All my coworkers around me laughs at the fact that I sleep during my breaks and on lunch but, they don’t know what beautiful things exist in my dreams. How much better it is than reality.
Some times I wish that it would just whisk me a way to never land, a place far far from here. But for now I am here In an office waiting for the opportunity.
