Mirror

Staring into a mirror, I see myself. Ugly. Fat. Disgusting. Stupid.
I want to look away but I cant. I am forcing myself to witness the horrible sight of my grotesque body. My little sister with her blond hair and peircing blue eyes look right through the me in the mirror.
"Isnt disgusting how fat you look?" She laughed and pointed at me. Thats right. I slump. Im fat. I accepted this fact and horrible truth that I desperately wanted to forget. But it haunts my ever thought. I dont want to be overweight! I want this nighrmare to end.
10 to 20 familiar people emerged from behind my little tormenter. They all said something that will always haunt me.
"This is no nightmare. This is your life. Fat. Ugly. Alone. No one will ever love a girl as disgusting and creepy as you." All their voices were nostalgic. Bullys. Doctors. Family. Friends. They all stood together in the mirror.
I looked behind me and there was my 2 saviors. Dahvie and Jayy walked up and each took my hands. Dahvie lightly squeezed my hand and Jayy just stood and gave all the people in the mirror a smirk. I began to cry for a few moments but they ceased. Dahvie hugged me and gave me a reassuring smile.  He and Jayy balled up their fist and smashed the mirror. All the weight on my shoulders became light and I cried. Jayy abd Dahvie both hugged me and stayed with me, not saying a word. Just hugging me and patting my back from time to time.
"Wake up and run. Run to what you love. Dont be a memory of yesterday! Be remembered for who you are everyday. Dont trust your reflection. Trust that you are the heart." Dahvie whispered to me before released.
"Fuck the mirror. It cant tell you how to live. Fuck the people. They dont know who you really are. And really, why the hell would normal be a trend? Fake is the new disgusting trend now. Dont be a part of a trend. Be you." Jayy released me from the hug but they both still were grasping my hands tightly. The song Blood On The Dance Floor makes is amazing. The people that make that band is even more amazing and I know that they will always be by me when I need them.

Ocean

Its quiet and the sound of crashing water is faint. Im near the ocean. The smell of salt lingered long in the air. A rattle at the window was normal, the wind was quite the kicker. But the whispering was not so normal, even I could see. Steadly walking over to the door, I peeked out. Yelling. I jumped back in shock and terror. Who is out there?
The yelling continues but I can make out words. "Where are you? Come out of the house! I wont bite!" A voice of a guy but no distinction. I got back up and crept right over to the wedged door. As I peeked out, I saw nothing. I walked slowly outside and along a cloudy diamond path. Every step vibrated. As I looked ahead, there was a small figure standing.
I ran, curiosity was taking over. Who are you? Why did you call out to me? Do I know you? I slowed as I came up close. He is tall, arms long behind his back. He turned to face me. I cant described the look of his face. Happy and joyful but only in black in white. The full moon falling behind him, the light illuminating a forest on an island far behind shined. He walked up close and bent down to me, mummering in my ear. Just like that, he was gone. Evaporated into nothing. Leaving me with only few words of love.
I love you, see you soon.

Painting

Stroke. Another stoke. The room through my achromatic vision. Darkness and Light coexisting in this room. Only the color of the scarlet paint was not colorless. A crimson image on the white wall. Stokes uneven and randomly moving. I, having no control. The strokes were short and bold. Watching, the strokes began to make an image. Fish. They began to slowly move and then swan through the surface of the canvas. The stench of copper and sickly sweet in the air. It hung in the air 'heavily' as I looked around. I glanced down to my wrists, which were coated in blood but red vines grew from the incisions. Unnatural. I pulled at the growing plant. It stung. The vines were life. My blood gave life to everything. Blood that is so abstract that pictures became real and life became a source from my body. The vines were wrapped around my legs and tripped me onto the loose paper floor. I continued to paint. No will, but painting, fascinated with the life that came to be. More fish from random strokes.
And then change. A bird, flapping its wings and soaring among the surface. Tears clouded my vision.
A will.
A want.
A way.
I have a reason to stay.

Leave

Sitting alone in a dark room. No windows, no light. One door, the only way out. In silence I sit alone at my desk. Scratching at myself, clawing my escape. Always alone in this room. No one disturbs me. No one hurts me. No one cares about me. My skin a sickening white. My lips pink and cracked. This and that strung about rhe room. My sactuary. But then a thunk on the door sent me bolting to the bed. No! "Whos there?" My voice cracked and barely audible for there was another thunk and the spiders scurried about. People walked in. I screamed. "GET OUT!! MY SPACE!! LEAVE!!" My screams echoed through the halls. I struggled and kicked to get out of there grasp. I ran, there hands crawling up my body. I ran out my room and into white. The hands liquified to blood and stain the pure space. This is your space now. No! I hate open places. It reminds me I am alone in my mind.

Found

I was in a doctors office then suddenly someone grabbed my arm and yanked the sleeve up. "No!" I pulled with all my strength but the image of the doctor became clear. That doctor was no doctor, I knew him. But I didnt know him. He was familiar to me but I couldnt remember him, like I have yet to  meet him.
"No one will love a scarred girl. Noone wants to love a girl who is so depressing but its ok. Im here to help you. Take these pills in a high dose and everything will be alright." His voice, like metal and hurt me with each word. Then it was black and I couldnt move. I was moving but I couldnt control it. I didnt want to.

Shot

I was helping a police officer to catch 2 men that kidnapped 2 women and the police know they are being beaten and abused somehow so we silently break into their home at night and I dont know how but the 2 women were unknown to me. Anyway, I snuck over to them and saw they were chained by the hands with dog leashes. I unchained one and she ran outside quietly and then I unchained the other girl and when I did, she panicked and knocked me down then ran out the door. I didnt blame her. She was hurt and scared. I realized I made alot of nice and before I made ot to the door, I saw one of the men with a gun so I ran and when I was at the doorframe I was shot on the side and the guy got closer and pointed the gun to my head. Before he could shoot, the police officer shot the guy in the head and blood was all over me. The pain in my side was excruciating and then I woke up.
I started to cry and felt pain in my side. It hurt. In real life.