We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Court Order

Scattered raindrops forced not to reach me.
The roof deliberately going against my every will.
I just want them to drown me and draw out my  life with its slow, passionate kill.
I feel like a skin with no bones. A mind with no soul. A vacant home with a polished landscape.
Pretending to be everyone's perfect art piece.
I don't know if I care.
I don't want to be someone to anyone.
I'm the youngest. I come fourth in line. To ever be thought of or cared for or even picked first, is completely absurd.
I shouldn't have said anything. I should have kept it all inside.
I'm a monster. A viral disease to my own well being. I crave love but carve out separation. I scream for someone to try to close the gap. Pushing myself further away from everyone who flies towards me... because I'm scared that they aren't looking for me or landing for me. I'm waiting to see if they'd change their mind. They looked at my scars and thought I had committed a murderous crime.
First degree murder and battery on the count. The jury has a verdict. They stand and breathe before they express their future for me. "We find Vloria Vines guilty"
For the murder of her own sanity.