I'm not quietI’m not quiet I’m self conscious.
Self conscious because I’ve been driven to the point where I feel everything I do is wrong and all I do is agitate and annoy those around me.
Driven to the point I can’t stand to see my own reflection in a mirror.
Driven to the point where I can see no bright side.
The bright side was thrown away by the feelings of hopelessness.
Hopelessness came whenever I reacted like others did but where it was perfectly acceptable to all others for them to react so; it was viewed as almost a sin against nature itself for me.
It came when I became forced to bite my tongue and force a smile on my face no matter what.
It came when I was kind to others but always shown insult and hatred in return.
This hopelessness had led to hating everything I am.
Hating everything I do.
Feeling hatred towards the few things that make me different from the so called social norms.
Hatred towards my weight.
Hatred towards my way of thinking.
Hatred towards my ov
Chapter 3 Pre-Invasion of Baba Yaga Castle: Part I
Hoshi snuggled up to Kid and relaxed on her bed, where they had been for the last ten peaceful minutes since Aura had been dragged away to referee another one of Patty and Zetha's Fish Fights; the sounds of which could be heard outside. Zetha's shouts resounded as she fought Patty with a fish until Aura deemed an attack fouled with the blow of the whistle provided for her post. Only to have the bloody dead fish thrown in Aura’s face as Zetha’s way of saying she didn’t agree with the call.
A loud crash of glass came; Hoshi and Kid looked up at the cause of the sound. One of the windows in Hoshi’s room had been smashed by a fish thrown through the glass from the odd game below.
“Why don’t you just go bathe in the damn fish blood if you like it so much!” was the loud shout of Aura following the broken window, “’cause I sure as hell don’t wanna be covered in the damn stuff!”
“Oh my god that’s a great idea!”