Frag-Ments |MindOverMatterContest|

FRAG-MENTS

They say life is supposed to be exciting.

That it's going to be a turmoil of wonderful experiences that you will some day look back on with a smile.

But they never talked about the monsters that have tried living inside you.

It's a silent battle that you must fight alone.

I was a small town girl who was thrown into a demon-infested city. I was forced to start a new life, forced to attend a new High School.

It was inevitable.

I would roam the halls of my school as a ghost. I am the introvert you hear about in the back of the class. The one who sits with their head down, listening, but not speaking.

I used to wonder...

Where is the girl I used to be?

The one with the bright smile.

The one with the bright mind.

They've forgotten about you.

Were the only words I began to hear after I deliberately began to lose contact with all of my "friends" from that dusty old town I once called home.

It wasn't long before tears began to stain my pillow sheets.

"It's okay", the voice would say.

"You've got me."

Everyday, Everynight, the whisper lingered in any way it could.

They're staring at you.

They're staring at every flaw you've got. Why can't you be perfect? Likable?

Why can't you speak for yourself?

"Because you're weak. You're a coward." It would say.

The person who I used to be, began to disappear.

The neon colors that used to form me were replaced by darker shades of blacks, violets, and dull grays.

"I'm losing myself", I would say.

"But you're weak", It would reply.

"I've had enough."

I raced home and threw my backpack onto the bed.

"I've had enough of you."

I grabbed a pair of scissors and marched my way to the restroom.

"If you won't disappear, then I'll make you!"

I stood in front of my reflection.

My eyes were watery.
My nose was red.
My lips were trembling.

"You need, to get better." 

I picked up a strand of my hair. My tears began to form into rivers as they slowly poured down my cheeks.

I shut my eyes. "You have to go," I whispered.

I snipped my hair completely. I snipped away all the parts of me that had been tainted by the shades of blacks, of violets, of grays. Not one single strand was left untouched.

I blinked as I stared at the beauty before me.

My colors...

My reflection glowed, framed with a familiar smile I hadn't seen in months.

"I can see my colors!"

I fell as my knees caved in and I melted onto the floor. The dark voice that once filled my thoughts was replaced with that of a gentler one.

"It's okay," It said to me.

"We're going to make it through".

I don't know for how long I cried that day.

But I made it through.

I'm Alive.