"There is no god. There has never been a supreme ruler, or anything watching over man kind. If there was a god why would he allow humans to turn against eachother and create total chaos amongst themselfs. Women and children have been raped and have lived in poverty because man has made them un-equal. In the bible it states all men and women to be equal amongst themselfs. Love thy neighbor as thyself. This world has gone to ruin. Killing itself and eachother. Slowly being over run by disease and war. We are killing earth; unwisely using our resources; unwillingly slottering eachother because of un-realistic causes.
Children have watched their parents being shot down. They have witnessed their care takers and even their peers give in to drugs and begin the cycle of sunstance abuse. Everyday kids of all ages have been snatched out of their parents arms, or just even their homes to be put into situations like rape, physical harm, mental breakdowns, verbal abuse, and on worse cases exile.
What if one day, if their was a heavon, i arrived at the gates and was greeted by an angel. My cheeks bruised and covered in blood and tears. Me being so chocked up from my miserable life that the only words i could possibly let off of my tongue were
" i couldnt wait any longer."
My parents have also appeared by my side, followed by my best friend. They looked at me and i saw their crying eyes, their dissapointment, the blood trickling down my bestfriends wrists. Bullet holes in my parents foreheads. Because of my mistake i had caused three other deaths. Suicides. Now my little sister has no home or family. My friends at school are devistated. I dont know how much longer i will be able to-"...
The minute my eyes opened i shot up from my bed. I looked around my dark room and saw no one but my reflection in the mirror. The dreams get worse everynight. The horrific story of my fate just keeps progressing while im in a deep slumber. I think to myself, could it be insomnia?, no i can sleep perfectly fine. Maybe i have paranoia, yeah thats more like it; or maybe schizophrenia. The voices dont sound like my own, or anyone i know. Like someone is narrating the future, my future.
YOU ARE READING
trapped inside yourself
Randomthe life of a depressed paranoid and anxious teenager with a twist of drugs and love. will she be able to cope with her past? or will the never ending dreams cause her whole life to crumble?
