Worthless

Nightmares

Everywhere she goes she sees judgmental people. People who want to know her secret. They stare at her with curious, harsh eyes. She feels trapped in a room, strapped to a table. People wearing all white, like doctors, surround her. They poke at her and treat her like a specimen they want to learn more about, but they'll throw her out when they're done. She panics as one of them approaches her with a dissection tool.

Someone bumps into her and mumbles a quick and empty apology. She looks around, remembering where she is. Shaking and sweating, she slowly moves out of the way and sits somewhere less crowded. She lets the sun warm her, the breeze calm her, and the sounds of leaves in the wind slowly relax her. This is the one time she can feel happy. The time where nature is her friend. She feels cold raindrops fall on her face. She gladly accepts it, she can now hide her tears. So she sits on the wet ground, looking up at the rain, and cries.

People started worrying, they crowd around her to hear her silent sobs. They call and text their friends, asking for blankets or towels. Someone puts and umbrella over her, hoping to keep her dry. This disturbs her peace. She looks around at all the people. Someone gives her a towel and waits for her to dry herself. She stares at the towel and all the people around her. Then she screams, pushes them away, and runs. She runs as far as she can. She hears them following her and soon gets to the street. People in cars are driving by fast. They wouldn't notice her. She's afraid of getting hit but terrified of all the people trying to help. With a defiant scream she runs into the street.

She wakes up, screaming. She starts crying, glad her parents and brother can't hear. They're fast asleep. She rocks herself, playing music. She hears the rain hitting her window and wishes that she could feel it on her skin. She wishes the rain could wash away all her scars and memories. All her sadness. She tries to text someone, anyone, but it's too late and they're all asleep. Even her hero. So she hides under the blankets and wishes for day to come. She wants to be held and told everything's okay. She wants to believe it, but she knows she never will.

Crying herself to sleep once again. This time she dreams peacefully about her friends and her hero. She dreams of a happy ending to all of their pain.