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You build me up
and I fall apart
because I'm only human.
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anonymous
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I think I have a weird disease or disorder of some kind.
I got the burning hot feeling in my eyes.
The kind that makes your vision blurry.
Something was clogged in my nose, making it hard to breathe. My breath came out in ragged and wet gasps.
My throat was dry. Parched of liquid.
The most prominent features of my ailment were the heavy pangs in my chest and the sinking feeling in my stomach.
I think I have a weird disease or disorder of some kind.
Why else would I care so much about what they think?
I sat with my knees pressed to my head. I was hiding in a random damp corner of the house. I locked the oak doors of the room I was in. Alone was the best thing something like me can do. At least, the tingling has stopped. The last time that happened, I shuddered and drew in a quivering wisp of a breath.
The steady downfall of my tears made little wet circles in the dark wood.
I wanted to kick myself for making those tears.
Why did I care?
Why did I care so much?
Even after all these years, I couldn't get past my loneness.
I continued to watch the sparkling little drops with blurred eyes.
I feebly lift my hand to connect them.
Most of the tears were close to each other. They connected easily. They slid into the others without disappearing. All of them concerted to a big tear in the middle. One shiny tear was further from the others. I glimpse a smaller image of my tear-streaked face in the little puddle. Little red eyes and silvery wispy hair in a deformed shape due to the light peered out at me.
"Monster."
"Freak."
The words bounced around in my mind.
I slid it over to the rest with shaky hands.
The tiny bejeweled thing disappeared before reaching the rest. It left a shiny trail. Then it faded.
I stared at the area where the tear used to be. I guess it wasn't meant to fit in.
To fit in.
Three tiny words.
It sounds like something I can never have. No matter how much I struggle, it's hopeless.
Ha, did I really think I could fit in? The mere absurdity of the idea sank in, I wasn't normal, even within the non-human standards. I was fated to have this kind of life the moment I was born.
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