Why would anyone want to live in this world? Its not beautiful. Its not exquisite, and those of us who find it that way dont even go to seek its apparent beauty. They stare at it through books. A child thrown around, my soul broken from birth. My memory broken from remembering. I, a nameless and Lonesome child who simply wandered, observing my surroundings, watching as people veered away from my silent approach. They stared at me. My skin was pale, not yet marked with freckles. The sunlight never reaching my skin. Whys she so pale? I hear the whispers of others. Who even is she? Some reason the words stick, and they repeat in my head. Who am I? Why am I like this? The questions formed, but yet I kept walking. Exiting the school yard. Exiting the junior hell hole and I took my time walking to the bus stop. The bus didnt arrive for another hour, and I would get the blame for the buses late schedule. The bus arrives at four Oclock sharp and I step up the stairs and take a seat up the front. Away from everyone. The bus rides are slow. I try to ignore the torments thrown at me from the other end of the bus, but I cant help but glare. I regret it. A senior pushes past everyone and wraps his large hands around my throat and lifts me up above my seat. I push my feet to the chair, so as not to be hung by my own weight. He slams me down into the ground, and I realize how small I am in comparison to him and I dont move. I stay there, and he kicks me. Over and over again.
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The Guide
General FictionA series of very short stories. All in varying writing styles. I'd say my favourite is Ravenous.
