drapetomania:
n. an overwhelming urge to run away

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I wonder what I ever did to them.
Why do they hate me so much?
It is as if my existence is the bane of theirlives
and someone whispered for them to 

hurt
destroy
murder
the soul I wish I still had.

But, in the end, it doesn't matter.
Because, I am worthless.

So why is he protecting me?

Freezing the entire hallway with a single glare and brushing the monsters away as if they are mere feathers, he walks to me.

He slams his fist into the locker next to my head, his eyes blazing with a trail of agony. Then, I'm trapped, encased in his hold, and I feel a slight tremor running through him, as if he is fighting against himself.

My senses run wild, free from the mental grip of insanity. I can't see the monsters anymore, I can't see anything but him.

His musky scent and comforting hold are too much, too good for a tainted spot like me. My speeding heart tears at the ribcage as I tear against his arms, begging for him to release me. Instead, he only cradles me tighter.

Stay, my heart whispers.

My quivering fists clench his shirt, turning the smooth material into a woolen ball of misery.

I can't.

And then I shatter, sinking down, welcoming the floor as a cold, empty blanket. The salt of my own tears spreads into my invisible wounds, stabbing each opening with pinprick accuracy.

He's still holding me, but gentler, as if he's trying to piece the jagged fragments together.

"It's okay to fall, I won't let you hit the ground."