It's a theif in the night to come and grab you

It can creep up inside you and consume you

A disease of the mind it can control you

It's too close for comfort

Put on your break lights

We're in a city of wonder

Ain't gonna play nice

Watch out you might just go under

Better think twice

the train of thought will altered

So if you must faulter be wise

Your mind is in Disturbia

Here I am, unpacking all of my crap into my new room. Not that I'm complaining. It's just my whole life so far, packing and unpacking between my parents Rene and Charlie. The earliest thing I can remember is my parents tearing up our family. I felt like every time I made friends; a very rare occasion I talked to anybody at all, I felt something would change again. It like a disease of my mind plaguing my dreams, my mind and my heart. Something that creeps up on me whenI least expect it. I developed the act of being clumsy since being hit by this disease of my mind, but what was it really. Is it me, my heart or a scar that will never be able to heal. Once I think about it, I'm gone. I was lonely all the time, occasionally hanging out with my mom. I found myself waking up, crying. I felt that I was pathetic but then my mom didn't even see it. She just started dating this frickin dude who is like probably older than her or something. I didn't give a damn. And then she got married to him. I wanted her to be happy so then I stand here, exploring my room.

Tomorrow was my first day at a new school and I knew that my new little town; Disturbia. The entrance gate of this somewhat quaint town was huge like those ones you see in the movies. It was creepy I knew and so was the inhabitants of my new home if you could call it that.

Right by Disturbia was La Push, Port Angeles and other weird crappy towns that I knew I wouldn't be going to with friends. People always talked about me at my old school saying I was creepy with my silence act and the way I rarely talked was retarded. But I didn't care as long as it didn't effect my straight A policy.

No friends, no nosey moms, nothing but my stereo scatteredwith CDs and books to help me through my pain.

I came back into reality when I heard a scratch against my window. I ran to the window and burst it open. Nothing. Nothing but an owl cooing in the far distance and the wind blowing my hair across my face as tears fell. I felt alone in this world, alone, with no one to confide in.