I take over the world you take over my heart

Waste of space and precious air

"FREAK!"
"NERD!"
stop...
"IDIOT!"
"FAG!"
Please...
"CRAZY!"
"INSANE!"
Please stop...
"LEAVE!"
"GO DIE!"
PLEASE!
"NO ONE NEEDS YOU!"
"WE DON'T WANT YOU HERE!"
STOP!
"JUST GIVE UP ALREADY!"
"NOT EVEN YOU FATHER WANTS YOU!"
PLEEEEEASE STOOOOP!
'GIVEUPGIVEUPGIVEUPGIVEUPGIVEUPGIVEUP!'
'DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEJUST DIEALREADY!'
'LEAVELEAVELEAVELEAVELEAVELEAVELEAVE!'
SHUT UP!SHUT UP! SHUT UP!SHUT UP!SHUT UP!SHUUUUT UUUUUP!!!!
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Silence....

They're gone. The voices are gone, for now at least, but how long until they return? I never get a break from them. They're at school, at home, in my sleep, in my mind, every where all around me. My sleep isn't any better either.

I laid here just blankly looking up at the ceiling, I'm not sure if I was even breathing. It was dark and I think my eyes were closed, or maybe they weren't. It didn't matter to me, the darkness has always been the only thing here for me. I didn't know what time it was but my alarm had gone off.

I got ready for school in my usual outfit. A navy blue shirt with an gray face in the center, topped with my oversized black trench coat. Black pants and black boots, and finally my glasses.

I walked out without my backpack, never took it never will. I walked to hiskool alone, I stopped walking with my sister when she said it was embarrassing to walk with such an insane freak of a brother. I acted like I didn't care but I really did, when she said this it hurt and it almost brought me to tears.It doesn't matter now and I do t care as much as I used to.

I got to the skools front gate and made my way inside trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. I looked down to the floor but I had to glance up a clue time to make sure I didn't bump into 'them'. If I did I would surely be in pain the rest of the day.

I got to my class without any problem but I knew that it wouldn't stay like this for long. The teacher was talking but I never paid any attention to her. I mostly just looked put the window, since my seat is right next to it, and think about anything really.

The day was cloudy and it looked like it would rain any minute, yet nothing would fall from those dark clouds. I don't know if it was just me or if I really saw it but a flash of light seemed to make its way in between the dark clouds, and before you think 'It's lightning, stupid!' It wasn't. It was more direct as if it was a shooting star flashing.I passed it off as my imagination and continued to ignore the teacher.

As the day progressed I was left surprisingly ignored by 'them'. It was somewhat disturbing, but other then that It was a huge relief.

At lunch I sat alone, in class I sat alone, I did projects alone, I walked home and to school alone, I ate at home alone, I had family night alone, I was always alone. Never had any one at my side to call a father, mother, sister, brother, pet, friend, girlfriend, or boyfriend.

After my mother's death when I was 6 my dad stopped taking time for his family, my sister never looked up from her game, and I started to pursue the supernatural. That's why every one calls my all those words. Yet I stopped caring what the called me when it didn't matter that I was no longer gonna be around them.

I was making my way to the doors for the end of the day. I'm always the last one to leave school, no one would stay this long for a freak like just to beat me to their pleasing.

I was making my way to the schools gates but I was roughly pulled and dragged to the park near the woods. I tried to squirm out of the people who I was sure were them. I was too weak to do anything.

I was then flung at a tree with brute force and the impact took the breath out of me. I was on all fours and coughing up blood, yet that didn't matter to them. While I was down the kicked at me and threw rocks. One of them knocked over my glasses and I only saw blurry figures. I knew who they were so it didn't matter if I could see them or not.

One of them, which I'm sure was the leader, grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and brought me up to his face.

"You pathetic little psycho! Look at you! You can't even fight back, you can't do anything to save your ass! You really are a waste of space and precious air! Do everyone a favor and DIE ALREADY!" He spat out at me and that last part, no matter how many times I've heard things like that it still hurt. He punched me again and again and again and again. Until I could no longer move. He threw me to the ground once more and kicked me a couple of times until he was satisfied.

I laid there. Unmoving. I didn't care. My sister wouldn't care. My own dad wouldn't care either If I died here. No body would care. Like he said, I'm just a waste of space and precious air.