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Art & Halloween

It was 4th period Art class well....more like Intro to Art. I didn't mind being in this class since I'm not a good artist unlike some people I've seen. Our teacher Mr.Aleck told us about this mandatory extra credit. He said it's an extra credit drawing but, we can free draw whatever we want and it's mandatory. Since I've finished the grid assignment transferring another picture to the grid paper. I decided to draw this hybrid type creature. I'm mostly good at drawing animals and doing some abstract doodles. Of course as I look at others they were really good. Most of them were realistic drawings. I let out a sigh wishing that I could draw something as realistic as that. Unfortunately I can't draw hands......or eyes.....or even a human being.

Plus it was Halloween. It's my favorite time of the year. It's autumn, scary spooky stuff comes out, getting messy with fake blood and latex. Not only that you get free candy and an excuse to scare people. For Halloween I dressed up as a zombie. I know it's a bit cliche but hey! I'm really not sike for Halloween today. It just felt off. Despite that, in art class it was very awkward. Like literally, my friend Harper dressed as Batgirl. My art teacher dressed as Batman. Finally his T.A. is dressed as the joker. I swear I bet they didn't plan this whatsoever.

"5 minutes to clean up!" Mr.Aleck yelled out. I started cleaning up putting my pencils away and my blending tools. "Hey Willow!" Harper came up to me smiling as usual, "is this your extra credit drawing?" She asked as she grabbed the paper. "Yea.....it's pretty crappy...." I said to her. "Actually it looks pretty cool! What is it?" she asked. "It's just a hybrid creature that just came to mind." I said grabbing the paper from her hand putting it in my sketchbook. "Let's go! I don't want to miss the Halloween costume contest!" Harper said grabbing my arm. "Wait! Im gonna drop my sketchbook!" I said trying to keep up. Harper pulling me going through the crowd to get to the contest was not an easy task considering how small me and Harper are. Luckily I didn't drop my sketchbook. "We've finally made it!" Harper said feeling victorious. All I did was nodded as I was catching my breathe. There was a lot of laughter and cheering. I got to say they were pretty good! Even this group costume I saw, they dressed up as the Purge. I was too focused of how awesome the costume look that I didn't noticed the sound of booing at first. Confused I looked up and I saw something that made me want to walk away. There was a student that dressed up as Donald Trump in a inflatable suit. "Really?......"I question myself. Harper let out a sigh what sounded like disappointment. "You okay?" I asked her even though that's the most stupidest question to ask someone when someone else dressed up as him!? "Yea it's just that......that's my brother." Harper said. "Wait....what...."I said completely shocked. She nodded her head knowing what I'm gonna say next. "I didn't know you had a brother." I told her. Now I'm starting to feel bad for her because that is her brother. "Well yea.....we rarely talk in school so yea." She said. I just nodded as I watch the most cringest thing ever.

I noticed that hardly anyone else that I've recently met aren't here. If anything I wouldn't be here to see this either. I'll just try to ignore that then. I adverted my eyes to somewhere else. Which was the ground. The longer I stare the more the noises started to drain out. Until I'm sucked into my own world.

Chains.....

They are the only thing that is holding me down. Around my ankles......my wrist.....my waist.....and my neck.

I've been carrying these chains for a while. As my days of living continue the heavier they become. The memories start replying. Especially when I never had a voice.

"Freak! Freak! Freak! Freak!" No matter how loud I try to yell at them to stop calling me that. No matter how hard I try to scream. No sound will come out of my small mouth. For which I was born as a mute.

My tears was all that I can show my pain. Scream out my pain. Covering my ears trying to block out the noise from the other side of my small room. Bandages.....I remember those would be wrapped around my petite form, from all the bruising and cuts that I endure day after day.

I remember a girl that hit me in my right eye. I had to wear a bandaged over it along with some ointment. I looked like as if I was hit by a car with those bandages around me. Why does everyone hate me......what did I do to them?

No one can hear me......numb to the pain......never felt true happy emotions....then again.....I can't....

Just a blank face.....no smile.....no light in my eyes.....no color upon my skin.......tears that have been wasted.....I just watch people out of my small window play and enjoy the bright warm sun. As I sit in the darkness from the other side of the window.....alone and cold.....as I closed my eyes wishing that I can someday join them as well.

I gasped sitting up straight. Sweat was beading on my forehead. My heart beating rapidly creating pain. Clenching my chest taking deep breathes, I looked at me phone and see it was only 2:00 in the morning. "Shit....."I cursed under my breath. It was another nightmare. A nightmare......of my past.

A past that I can not escape from.....