Bubble

Ah, people! Thank god! They are my 'friends'... but they are so far away?
Running to the spot where my friends stand, I am stopped. An invisible film of air which I can not get to open. I scratch at the wall, my nails chipping and desperation sinking in.
Have to get there!! I have to!! Why am I not allowed to be there!?! I belong there!
My nail begun to push back, blood pouring from my cuticles. I keep at the desperate actions of clawing through the film. I bang my fist to the wall.
Open! Please! I beg of you.
My desperate action begin to slow and eventually I stop altogether. I turn around and slide down the wall to my knees, hands cradling my head, tears escaping through my fingers. I lift my ugly face to my side of the wall. Blood covered the room almost completely. Scratch marks litter every surface uncovered, and toys of precious value lie torn in the pools of blood. My eyes wonder down to my hand that lay on my lap, twitching.
Ah, I am doing it again.
The laughter of my friends were torture. The weight of hate resided on my chest.
This is where I stay. I am so stupid. I stay in my bubble. Everyone else can go where they please. I am trapped by my heart, a place killers would admire.
I give in and let the melody of laughter continue my tears and stabbing in my mind. The insanity begins. I scream.
Kill me!!!