FaithA Story by andresflores Faith My nightmares do get to me sometimes. In my dreams and in real life. I can hear voices in the dark screaming " save us!!!" and i stand at the end of the tunnel not being able to do anything. Its kinda sad living with the guilt of having the power to save someones life but you don't, cause you cant. I don't know where i am going with this but it seems like the right thing to do. Guilt slowly eats me piece by piece with no warning. I have scars on my face that i touch and get flashbacks. I hate it, i hate my life. I cant ever be normal, kids point at me and say "mommy look at that boys face!" They look and open there eyes wide when i make eye contact with them, they simply look away grab there children and jog away. I cant go to school i stand out like a sore thumb. I feel there eyes on the back of my head when i walk in the hallways even teachers hesitate in taking my homework when i hand it to them. It hurts to be different. People tell me i am a miracle. I am no miracle just simply a waste of time, a waste of space no woman will ever love these scars on my face. I look in the mirror and i touch my face and remember when my skin was perfect, and i cry. The sad part about it i have no one to comfort me to tell me i am beautiful. My parents are dead, i wish it was me that died in that fire not them. Or at least i wish the fire rescue didn't save me at all. I mean look at me the burns on my skin fills me with rage. Its a reminder of the day i lost my soul, my life, my character, my heart. That is what i am heartless, faceless i am pathetic. I just wish these scars would vanish or at least someone would love me not for my face but for who i am. I am not bad, i am not evil. God just forgot about me, he decided that i don't deserve to be happy. I don't know what i did to deserve this. But i will show everybody, ill show them that i am strong, kids kill themselves cause of little things. Yet like i said I'm different i will be someone in life and help kids in my position. Depressed lonely kids, heartless kids. Like me.
© 2014 andresfloresAuthor's Note
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