Akira
I don't know what's his problem with me but I know enough to see that he hates and he enjoys seeing me humiliated. He loves seeing me embarrassed. And I am, like a foolish stupid moth, drawn to his fire, knowing all too well he'll burn me when I'm close enough.
The truth doesn't scare me.
I revel in it.
I look up to see dark sky filled with twinkling star. I've always been fascinated by them. Mommy used to say when people die they become star and from afar they look out for their loved ones guiding them true path. I believe my family is also there, watching me, guiding me but are they proud of me? I've always wanted to make them proud. I just don't have any idea what the heck I'm doing anymore.
My train of thoughts break when I hear door open behind me. I feel a sudden shift
