Alone

I don't like being alone, but I also don't like being around people. People are cruel. Children are having children. Children are killing children. Death is around every corner, in every shadow, even among the light. I don't like being alone for two reasons. The first is I am afraid of being forgotten and abandon because I already have been. I have been abandon by half of my family and given up on or forgotten about by the other. I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want to die alone. The second reason is when I'm alone I have nothing to do usually, except think, which is a very dangerous thing, especially when you're me. I start thinking when I'm alone. I think about what would happen if every one I love died. I think about what people would do if I died, would they even care? I think about dark things, morbid things, scary things, and eventually I become paranoid. I think about what would happen if I ran away. I think about leaving. I think about ending my pain. I think about ending everything. I think about every scary story, every scary movie, every scary thing I've seen or heard. I think about nightmares. I think about everything.

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