Never mind what I said in the first chapter, as it turns out that I ended up writing another chapter anyway. Actually at first I intended it to be a one-shot, but it seemed to fit to well with my other story I decided to make it the second chapter. Also, occasionally I probably will add other chapters to this story, and I have already started on the next chapter. Oh yeah, this chapter is written in first point of view, so it will seem different. Hope you enjoy! Aisu Youkai
I sat by myself on my lone swing, watching them play. Even though I am now free from the material call of stone that used to imprison me, I am still held hostage in the never ending mental walls of stone. It tightly captures me and causes any people nearby to move away from the boundaries of my cell, not wanting to be caught in its deadly grasp.
As I get older the pain that I consistently feel from these invisible walls gets worse, more painful with each realization that I make. The realization that no matter what I do I will always be in pain, that no one will ever care about me for me, that I'll never feel the warmth of human touch that's not inflicting pain.
Then, it got even worse. I was being forgotten- it became as if I didn't exist. I walked into a room and no one saw me, no one realized that I had entered. So, chancing my luck, I sat directly next to someone. This person was an old lady, but she had still shown her contempt with me earlier in my life, so she should realize I'm here and acknowledge me, right?
Slowly her head turned, and the smile that she once had on her lips while she was talking to her friends slipped off without a second thought. Before I realized her reaction to my daring action, she was screaming at me, loudly. Her voice was loud enough to reverberate off the walls. Soon everyone in the building had their eyes on me, watching me with contempt burning brightly in their eyes. Surprisingly, this wasn't as painful as being ignored, my existence not acknowledged.
So another brilliant thought entered my mind- I could purposely ignite their short fuses and have them acknowledge my existence. This, I decided, was definitely better then the pain of being ignored by everyone. While I was thinking, the back of my mind acknowledged the fact that my body was hurting badly, that I had lost lots of blood; somehow, though, all of this seemed insignificant in face of my new realization. I could now control my pain, the amount of attention I got at what times. It was an amazing feeling even though in the background I could feel my bodily pain.
From then on I purposely caused trouble, as it made my life acknowledged by other people. I was loud, irritating, and obnoxious. They couldn't get rid of me; they wouldn't get rid of me. They had no choice but to put up with me and know that I lived here in this village with them. Overall, I would not be forgotten to slink back into the corners of civilization where I once lived. My life would be known.