Kisa's nightmare.
This is a 'one off' about how I think Kisa feels. It may not be exact or anything, but I tried my best. Hope that you like! R&R!
They looked at me; they laughed at me, and whispered when I passed.
Whenever I would talk, would they listen, did they care?
NO!
Whether it was the way I acted, or the way I looked, I didn't know,
But it felt like it was my fault; was it me who made my life like this?
At that time I thought everything was my fault, no matter what I did, it always seemed to be the wrong thing to do.
The only way to get away from them, was to hide,
Hide away from their harsh words, hide away from everyone, even the people that I loved.
I started to break down; I couldn't cope with it anymore.
No more talking, no more laughing, no more life. T
here was only one way to get away from them, and that was it.
Total utter silence, both inside and out.
I was in an endless black hole, being sucked in, never to be aloud back out. Reaching out was hopeless, nobody would rescue me, nobody would help, and nobody cared.
As I was falling, I would look up hopefully seeing a hand that would reach down a pick me up, get me back on my feet, help me.
But there wasn't.
No hand, no help.
It wasn't until I had at last run away from it all that I realised people did want to help, they did want to save me, they did care. T
hey were the people that I loved the most.
They were my family.
They helped me through it, gave me the courage to talk again, to laugh, and to play.
Every day I have been improving, speaking up for myself, making new friends, and paying with the old.
It is at long last over now.
But I still see them when I'm sleeping,
Their faces looking at me, watching me, tormenting me,
They are still my nightmare.