Craven
/ˈkreɪv(ə)n/
adjective
1.contemptibly lacking in courage; cowardly.
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Min Yoongi, a boy who lost his hope and turned towards his demons to fill his empty void. A boy who wants nothing more than to leave the world and never have to cry again...
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"Tool of thief,
toy of queen.
Always used to be unseen.
Sign of joy,
sign of sorrow.
Giving all likeness borrowed."
Hiding my pain I walk up the steps of the library, in hope of finding a world away from here. I can't stand living in this awful world. No one would care if a boy like me committed suicide.
They would probably just make a political example of me like they always do. Try and find my life story so people could write about it, interview everyone that knew 'me' and create a fake story just to get a bit of money. But the 'me' they think they know is a lie. The 'me' they know is the mask I wear every day.
The mask I use to disguise the very reason for this pain.
Pushing the doors of the library open I was greeted by the musty smell of books and the clouds of dust that left my eyes watering. For once in my life I went to the rich side to see what all the fuss was about. There is nothing here but fake smiles and money being poured on the streets like water.
Walking through an aisle I brush my fingers along the spines of the books until I find something that intrigues me. The emerald green book with gold trimmings immediately caught my attention. It didn't even have a title only a little gold engraving of a quill and ink. It was a beautiful book. But I needed to leave. I needed to get get out of this side of town.
The people here only judge a book by it's cover and my mint green hair probably didn't look the best in their eyes.
I walk out of the library and towards the bus stop, trying to shake off the stares. After 5 minutes the bus arrives and I clamber on the nearly empty bus.
Eye's.
They are the windows to the soul.
Seeing the judgement in every single one of them broke me down even more.
But I could have worn their judgement in pride and embraced the attention.
