They haunt and taunt inside the ears of their victims... Screaming words lacking of wisdom into their futures, a fortune broken in the palm of humanity’s hands. Who’s tears drip like blood from an open wound, thoughts turning and diving into the creases of their minds, creases that had remained undiscovered until now. Who, defined as a person, am I? I am the one who stands alone, all the time... So bloody and broken not bothering to understand, not bothering to see the intellect that stands before me.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before me. I am left in the darkest room, bleeding as the wounded animal I am. Hunted and denied, rejected in the path of humanity. I am a freak in nature’s face, insignificant to the big world that stands before me.
I bleed, leaving a trail of blood behind me as I limp to what is defined home. However, it isn’t, and never will be, প্রথমপাতা for me. I coughed, a splash of blood left on my hand. I looked back and there stood on of them, I dare looked him in the eye with a smile of last moments on my face. I was dizzy, my mind scattered, and yet I kept staring at him, daring him to keep watching, letting him know I am not afraid of death.. When really, I welcomed it, better than this living hell they make us live.. Until finally, I fell to the ground in a hopeless pile of soon-to-be death.
I gathered the strength I could manage, a hope for a cry of final misery. But, when I dare screamed, nothing but a long and hollow whistle escaped my throat.
A Hunted Scream.
I am, defined as a person, an assassin of beauty. Love’s undying grip vanishes before me. I am left in the darkest room, bleeding as the wounded animal I am. Hunted and denied, rejected in the path of humanity. I am a freak in nature’s face, insignificant to the big world that stands before me.
I bleed, leaving a trail of blood behind me as I limp to what is defined home. However, it isn’t, and never will be, প্রথমপাতা for me. I coughed, a splash of blood left on my hand. I looked back and there stood on of them, I dare looked him in the eye with a smile of last moments on my face. I was dizzy, my mind scattered, and yet I kept staring at him, daring him to keep watching, letting him know I am not afraid of death.. When really, I welcomed it, better than this living hell they make us live.. Until finally, I fell to the ground in a hopeless pile of soon-to-be death.
I gathered the strength I could manage, a hope for a cry of final misery. But, when I dare screamed, nothing but a long and hollow whistle escaped my throat.
A Hunted Scream.
The পরবর্তি day, Meggan woke up at home.Another নেকড়ে like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
"Oh my gawd! Lauren, আপনি like Jack?!" ব্যক্ত Koshi. I blushed and replied,"... Yeah, so what?" she gave me a puzzled look, and then she caught up with my প্রশ্ন of curiosity and rolled her eyes and said, "So what? Do আপনি even know the reason why it's a problem?" I shrug and say, "No," her face starts to get red like a cherry. I ক্রুশ my arms, and shifted my weight on my left leg. "Why? Is it a problem if I like Jack?" Koshi looked down and looked at me like I should've heard."He wasn't a good boyfriend." I raised my eyebrows.What? Why hasn't anybody told me that Koshi and Jack were going out? Why? "Oh.My.GAWD!"