1 4 am - Another morning, I guess

Another panic attack. Just breathe. In, out, in and... still, air still raced into and out of my painful lungs, each breath bringing a new sharpness with it. Hallucinations. Strange, demonic creatures haunted my dull green eyes, contorting into all sorts of disturbing shapes. Though it was nothing new to me, it still chilled me to the core knowing that my mind could imagine such monster - like shadows.

Blood. I scraped away at the pale flesh on my arms, each time digging in even more in a desperate attempt to calm down, eventually drawing a lighter red liquid for them.

Silently screaming. Fear. Hate. I can't take this...

Heavy eyes, bringing a blanket of darkness with it.

A/n

Thank you so much if you stuck around to read this. I promise that there will be a story... but a happy ending is never guaranteed.

I am hated.