Every night starts out the same. My dream and I. I hear all the voices of my classmates, yelling, laughing, and most of all, harassing me. ‘Loser’, ‘Nerd’, ‘Four Eyes’, ‘Know it all’, all of those words. Sometimes, I end up with bruises at the end of the day. I saw dark shadows overrule me, taking everything I've wanted and dreamt about.
I woke up with sweat on my face. My heart, beating so fast out of my chest. The fan, blowing loudly. I looked over at my original alarm, and read 2:45 A.M. I decided to get out of bed and get a drink. I kept walking, until I heard little cries. It’s probably just foster mom crying again. My foster dad of mine was police officer, and died my a drive by shooting. Now she’s haunted with memories of that. As soon I got down the stairs, I notice everything was gone. The furniture, the TV, everything was gone. I saw a shimmer from the corner of my eye.
A bright light shined from the kitchen. A little girl, in white, shaking. Her cries louder by the second. As soon I got closer, she disappear somewhere in the night. …show more content…
The whispers enter my head as I let them talk. Off and on they talk. I wanted coffee, hot, fresh, all of those things, but instead: ‘Don’t drink it useless!’ ‘It’s poisonous!’. I was told insanity runs in my family. Especially, my father, my real father. He had the same thing as me or still has. I hate him, he abused my real mother, and I was and infant, and didn’t understand. He took his rage on my mother and I. Still, I can hear his screams. He got a dog for me when I was young, but he made the dog into a stew and served the food. I cried so hard. Also, I drew a horse, but criticized the drawing. I could never change the thoughts of
I woke up with sweat on my face. My heart, beating so fast out of my chest. The fan, blowing loudly. I looked over at my original alarm, and read 2:45 A.M. I decided to get out of bed and get a drink. I kept walking, until I heard little cries. It’s probably just foster mom crying again. My foster dad of mine was police officer, and died my a drive by shooting. Now she’s haunted with memories of that. As soon I got down the stairs, I notice everything was gone. The furniture, the TV, everything was gone. I saw a shimmer from the corner of my eye.
A bright light shined from the kitchen. A little girl, in white, shaking. Her cries louder by the second. As soon I got closer, she disappear somewhere in the night. …show more content…
The whispers enter my head as I let them talk. Off and on they talk. I wanted coffee, hot, fresh, all of those things, but instead: ‘Don’t drink it useless!’ ‘It’s poisonous!’. I was told insanity runs in my family. Especially, my father, my real father. He had the same thing as me or still has. I hate him, he abused my real mother, and I was and infant, and didn’t understand. He took his rage on my mother and I. Still, I can hear his screams. He got a dog for me when I was young, but he made the dog into a stew and served the food. I cried so hard. Also, I drew a horse, but criticized the drawing. I could never change the thoughts of