Victim

Alone. Cold. Scared. The darkness hangs on every surface covering it with a soft blanket of uncertainty . The tension that builds up in the air is palpable. You're blind. Alone and blind . Sadness starts seeping inside you. Filling you up . Despair suddenly becomes your best friend as it hugs your mournful form. The new edition of yourself is contorted . You are nothing more than a puppet. An empty shell with no fight left. Salty tears seem to glide of your cheeks. Perfectly formed, leaving a glistening trial as they take their leave. You seem to fall deeper and deeper into cheerlessness hoping someone will pull you out. But only sinking deeper as you struggle. Your bonds are slack ; however they have you in their grasp. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Teased and tormented constantly . A toy . Nothing more than a game for them to start when they are bored. Some days you may lose a shoe maybe even a coat or book. Only to find them later ,swimming ,in the school pond . The murky and zymotic water slowly swallowing them up. You go home. Only to be shouted at by your mother for losing your coat. But you can't tell her. 'she won't understand', you say to yourself as you slope upstairs. Knowing it's only going to get worse . The next day they come, with simpering smiles, to your door. Ready to take you away. You turn the corner of your road, one of them linked in each of your arms in the facade of friendship. Crack. The first blow has been delt. Your on your knees . Sobbing . A warm wetness slowly seeps from the corner of your mouth. Blood. You see a flag of incandescent flame from the corner of your eye. The smell of burning flesh, starts to linger in the air. Pain sears though your body. However the novelty soon wears of as a high pitched siren punctures the air. You slip into unconditional slumber, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips, possibly never to wake again. The pain engulfs your body. Suddenly your pulled out of the darkness. You look around, a crowd of worried faces look back. Relief fills your body. It's stopped. The bullying. It's stopped. You cry. 'I'm not alone anymore'