This bubble that separates me from others, it is only me. I'm different. Why? I bang on the clear barrier barring me inside, unable to escape. Desperate to get away, I start to scratch at the horrid membrane, it did nothing to me but I felt it changing me. I continue to bang and scratch at it until my fingers bleed and the nails are pushed back. I'm losing my mind.
"I want out!" The scream scared my being, hoping that the words get to the others elsewhere. It was a voice I had never heard. Who was it?
"Oh!" I realized I had never uttered a word of pain or expressed what I felt. Yelling again, I found each shout to decrease in hope. No matter how loud I yell, its all in my bubble. Nobody turns towards me or acknowledges my existence. Do I exist? Do I even exist? If I had a voice louder, I might reach them. However, the fear in my soul shook my body. Do I want to be seen? My hands bloody and this bubble contaminated. No! No! I can't! My being shook with fear. This body felt cold as it shrank into itself, sitting onto the floor. The bubble shrank, the oxygen in my lungs seemed thick and I have to stay quiet. I have to be quiet so I will not be seen. I don't want anyone to see this disgusting busy of mine. Everything near me always gets hurt and it pains me to know this. My heart twinges with the knowledge, my body falling from sitting to lying on the bubble. Although it is clear, it is warm, so very warm. It scared me to know that the bubble was warm, causing my body to be induced with sadness. Knowing such warmth scares me and this feeling of comfort was momentary; fleeting.
"I am but a baby, scared of the world and the people who inhabit it. But I want to be born. How I want to be born!" The fear of others made me curl up, hugging myself. Oh! Thats funny. I feel that I look like a embryo, tainted in blood.
