I am a book.
I hold stories within my thin pages.
I bear secrets among the stitches.
I sport a radiant smile on the cover
And a dark tale inside the pages.
My summary is a sad little sentence yet I hold a lengthy, rather detailed description inside.
You can find me carefully tucked in the shadows of the library, next to the volumes of encyclopedias and biographies.
I do not belong there though.
For I, am a horror story.
I tell of the giant monsters shaped like scissors who claimed me every night and took me away to the land where it is always night.
A little land called depression.
I tell of these monsters who grabbed me and drowned me in a lake known as tears.
I tell of the girl who hid from these horrors in the hopes of being happy again... Yet always seem to wind up in the claws of these beasts.
But I wear a beautiful, happy cover on the outside.
Why?
So I can attract readers and tell someone of the story.
Tell them of MY story, for anyone willing to listen.
And even though this book is only the first of many sequels to come,
The past is just as important as the present and even as important as the future.
The past is where I came from,
What shaped me into who I am today.
So I will sit here,
Waiting until someone picks me up and dares to read me.
I have a very interesting story to tell and if you liked it,
I guarantee I will write more.
~Jenny
