I hide.
I hide within my room, inside my closet where I claim it is safe. To tell myself that nothing bad nor scary may come near my fortress of solitude. Not death, whom knocks on the door to sell me cookies. Not my friends who have no understanding of my mind. Not even my family who outstretch their arms to save me into the pit I have fallen into. What was once safe is now my greatest fear, like getting stung by a bee after eating delicious honey you bought from the store. I thought it was safe. I thought I could hide. But, no matter how hard I try to avoid it...them...they always know where to go. So now I sit here and hide, awaiting in the dark for my looming doom, I think to myself about the tasty cookies. How yummy they'd be with a glass of warm milk, however the price for one sweet wasn't worth my life. I knew it too, but my body didn't. It ravished in this chocolaty sweets that were cookies, inviting death to give me the bill. The bill was something precious, something everyone wanted from me, so I ran, I stay quiet.
I hide.