When I was finnished with my supper, I went downstairs, with my plate in my left hand, staying well away from any (potentially lethal) windows. I put my plate up on the counter as I practically crawled across the kitchen floor. My brothers laugh all the time at my ridiculous behaviours. I am always the butt of every one of their jokes. It gets really annoying sometimes, but mostly I just laugh along, then call them bitches behind their backs. But I never really mean it.
I usually go into the den to watch tv after supper, but today I felt like reading. So I went back up to my one window room and got out the book that had fallen on the floor earlier. The title read "Into the World of D.R.A.M.A". It's all about high school and the bitchy bad girls. SO glad I don't go to public school like my less fortunate brothers. But atleast they don't have their life on the line every second of their lives.
Life is so important and unfortunately, no one realizes that untill they lose it, or in my case, await the day when a bunch of dumb-ass Hidden's come and slaughter you. This stuff goes through my head every night. I try to fall asleep, but I'm constantly haunted by the little voices in my head taunting me. "Their coming! Their outside! RUN! RUN!!! They're going to find you!". Their ghostly words run through my mind like a river. When I get lucky and fall asleep, the demons follow me into my dreams. I can't escape.
