I woke up with my eyes first across the glitter and gold given to me. I was pampered with attention, love and affection but little did I know I wanted something else. Pain, an feeling I never felt before but an feeling I wanted. I wanted freedom and adventure in my life, I wanted my hands to be stained in blood and I wanted people to watch me. I lived my life as if my guardians wanted me to, to merely sit and obey like some dog. I wasn't brave or smart enough to go against something so high and orderly. Until, I met you...You roamed along the streets with an hood over your shoulders and a frown. I wanted to feel your sadness and your emptiness. When I spoke to you and hearing your fragile yet satisfying voice, I grew fond of the despair. I connected and bonded with you, you expressed your woes while I did was listen. I never met someone like you and I didn't know I would never someone like you again. When I told you, I wished to share the same death that you felt every day when when you breathe you declined the idea. When you stood up to leave, I was haste when I grabbed your hand. "Please take me with you! You must share your woes with me!" I cried and begged with the man. "I want to feel like I need grab an dagger and stab my heart out!" "Why?" He calmly asked. "To feel alive in this bloody town! I need to feel something then satisfaction, is that even an thing?" The man stared into my deep colored eyes. "Wait here." The man slumped over the tall grass,humming. I stood there, refusing to move my legs just an inch. I laid awake all day and all night waiting for him to return however he never did (Damn my obedience) I died after three days with no food nor water. In those three days, I couldn't be more happy to feel rejected, betrayed and death, three things I would never felt and never will again.
