I don't own House of Anubis.

Running. Running. Running.

I needed to escape. Somewhere to go. Somewhere to turn. Isn't there something out there for me? Some place, where it would just be me? Can't the world be perfect? Just once, I need someone. I needed to-

Hide. Hide. Hide.

People say not to do it. But no one ever asks, and then what do you do? There are no multiple choices. It's not ABC. An action, not a-

Thought. Thought. Thought.

They clutter my mind. Will someone ever come to relieve me from my misery? Is someone out there? Am I alone? Who is here? Am I going nowhere? Anything. Please! I feel like I am-

Dying. Dying. Dying.

Something I always think about. If I left, what would happen? Who would cry? Would I be left? Would anyone find me? Would they remember the-

Memories. Memories. Memories.

I cannot remember. They were sad. I didn't want to remember. But people force me to. I just want to be alone. Can anyone believe me when I say that? All those pictures in my mind I-

Regret. Regret. Regret.

Three little words can change a life. I regretted the choices. I regretted the things I had done. I couldn't get them out of my mind. Regretted the thing I had said. But I can never take them back. They just created-

Pain. Pain. Pain.

It ripples through my body. It makes me suffer. It doesn't stop, it doesn't end. Never. Since the minute I was born. And everyone wonders why I-

Hate. Hate. Hate.

Something everyone has done to me. "Oh she has no feelings! Let's make her life miserable." But I am not just toy. Not something that you can just-

Throw. Throw. Throw.

It doesn't matter what. Glass vases, hand made pottery, pictures, they all just-

Crack. Crack. Crack.

My heart does it every day. When I see those perfect families on TV. They are just so cheesy and-

Fake. Fake. Fake.

That's how life is. Nothing more than a bad dream. No, not bad, awful. And that was an understatement. A horror, a tragedy, a-

Failure. Failure. Failure.

In the world's eyes, that is what I am. Forever, permentaly. Never to change.

Hi! This is for Joy when she was going through the Chosen One thing. I really don't know. I didn't want to talk at the beginning of this oneshot because I would ruin the mood. I will be sending out a notice that will explain my plan for my writing future and why I have not updated. Thanks!