It was a wonder the neighbors didn't complain. And I know it's irrational, maybe even paranoid, but I imagined the old guy upstairs must have heard me crying lately and was mocking my ... [+]
“Please” I sobbed out brokenly, not even believing myself. After a while the scars I endured stopped fazing me. Talking to my elders would do close to nothing for me, they would never understand. How could they?
They’d tell me it’s just my mind, and they would be right.
This relentless pounding would get to me after a while. I had to get away.
The bangs became louder and more belligerent, I couldn’t fight back. The deadly hold it had on me never allowed me the chance to. I clamped my hands around my ears and screamed.
“Stop-“
Then blackness consumed me. So here I am once again, laying in the protection of my faded four walls. In the protection of a monster I created by mistake.
A monster I could no longer fight. That monster, being myself.