A clock ticks on the wall.
All the other kids are talking.
I can’t think.
I can’t focus.
I’m lost.
Detached from the world.
I look up, and see someone leaning against the wall.
I know them…but how?
They’ve been following me for a week now.
I still don’t know how I know them.
They’re not real.
I know this.
But…they seem so real.
More real, in fact, than the other people around me.
Is this a dream?
More like a nightmare.
A clock ticks on the wall.
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
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