Haunted.

02

Silence.

Loneliness.

Two things that would unleash the beast. Two things that caused tons of heartbreaks and tears, and caused a big war in a tiny head of someone.

Just like mine.

Silence.

Tick tock tick tock tick tock.

I can hear the clock in this dark room. Normal people are usually afraid that a ghost will come near them, and kidnap them or eat them alive. Or the ghost would just pass by, then haunt them every night when they're asleep. They're afraid that this place is haunted.

But no, I am not afraid. I am already haunted.

Through the big silence in this small room, my mind starts to spin so fast, thinking about things that are killing me, only with how they sounded.

First, asking why I'm alone in the first place.

Why am I alone?
Obviously, because I am a loner.

Why am I a loner?
Because I'm a boring person. And annoying. And short. And stupid. And ugly. And not worth it. And shouldn't be alive. And weak. I'm an emo. And never been happy. So I never smile. I'm so ugly that everyone hates me. I'm so ...

Ugh. I wish I could kick all the pain away.

Tears start to fall and they cause even more stupid things bubbling up in my head.

Weak. Why did you even cry? You caused this, you know? Why are you even exist? No one likes you. Everyone hates you. Just see yourself, you disgust everyone. Loner. Loner. Loner. Loner. Loner.

And since then, indeed, I know I am haunted. My ghost haunts me with those unwanted thoughts, telling me to kill myself.

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