About Me Misc. Debris Pictures Hates Loves/Faves Quotes Contact Me | He is sitting there, in a large armchair. He doesn't make any movements. He does however twitch and shake, almost convulsing. Nerves in his arms and face fire causing muscles to move randomly, and not under their own will. This resembles that of a spider, after being stepped on, legs still flailing about. Also like the spider, this boy has no idea what has happened. This is where the similarities end, save one. The spider simply no longer lives and is forgotten. The boy still exists, but is also forgotten. The boy, as mentioned, simply sits. He is lost. Both by the people that surround him on a daily basis, and by himself, no longer knowing where he and his life end and his nightmares begin. Once, long ago (or so it seems), he lead a normal life. That of any average teenager. Suddenly it took a drastic turn for the worst, or so it always seemed, and it all went downhill from there. Now all he can manage to do is to sit and think, and use all his will power not to injure himself or others. He thinks of all the things that have happened to him. All the things he has done wrong, whether or not he knew it at the time. He ponders everything he had no control over. He dreams about being able to be around people and not feel judged. About not feeling naked, with all of his raw emotions revealed. Inside of his mind he is standing in the middle of the intersection of two busy streets. He screams with all his might, yet nobody hears him. Maybe they just don't want to hear him. They may want to block out anything not happy or easy to deal with. Maybe they truly can't hear him because he is weak from crying and screaming when he sits alone. Outside he has tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks, while inside he contemplates whether or not try to cross through the cars that never even try to slow down. He reaches out to see if the cars will avoid him, or if it is truly a dream. As his hand slowly extends, it is hit by the edge of the mirror protruding from the side of a sedan. The pain is immense as he quickly draws his hand back near his body. On the outside he jumps as though startled, or when one is lying in bed and has that sudden falling feeling. He begins crying, both inside and out, as the blood slowly dribble out of his fingers. | |