I'm not a Psycho...
The Same Old Story
"You ever say word about this, you'll be dead before you finish the sentence" Strong hands drag me from the horrific scene that lays before me, from the men, in the black suits and the red ties.
"What? Who are..."
I wake up crying, it was Him again, Billy. Dragging me away, into the darkness to unspeakable things.
"Skie, sweetie, it's okay, no one can hurt you" I know "Not anymore, never again" I KNOW! My mother wraps her arms around me and my dad joins her.
The memory was so vivid, just the same, just how I remembered it, but I could never see him, never his face, I had to close my eyes and search to find a face to the man, to Billy.
Tanya walks in, a smile plastered onto her face, along with an overdose of make up. She sits on the corner of my bed and I stare at my feet, I don't want the sympathy that waits in her ocean blue eyes, I don't need it.
"Morning" She says, overly happy, but I guess someone's gotta be "I hear you had that dream again" That dream? you think I only have one? I shrug. "Are you ever going to tell me what it's about?" I Shrug again, it annoys her, her smile threatens to vanish for a second but is restored almost instantly. "Was it about him? billy, is it?" I look away, towards my desks. Silence hangs in the air for a few minutes "Will you ever open up to me Skie?" She sighs,
"No" I whisper, barely audible,
"Okay" She whispers back and walks away.
Everytime, Why would I want to open up, to someone like that, who introduces themselves with their sob story, an inspirational speech about getting over it and then the questioning begins.
"What? Who are..."
I wake up crying, it was Him again, Billy. Dragging me away, into the darkness to unspeakable things.
"Skie, sweetie, it's okay, no one can hurt you" I know "Not anymore, never again" I KNOW! My mother wraps her arms around me and my dad joins her.
The memory was so vivid, just the same, just how I remembered it, but I could never see him, never his face, I had to close my eyes and search to find a face to the man, to Billy.
Tanya walks in, a smile plastered onto her face, along with an overdose of make up. She sits on the corner of my bed and I stare at my feet, I don't want the sympathy that waits in her ocean blue eyes, I don't need it.
"Morning" She says, overly happy, but I guess someone's gotta be "I hear you had that dream again" That dream? you think I only have one? I shrug. "Are you ever going to tell me what it's about?" I Shrug again, it annoys her, her smile threatens to vanish for a second but is restored almost instantly. "Was it about him? billy, is it?" I look away, towards my desks. Silence hangs in the air for a few minutes "Will you ever open up to me Skie?" She sighs,
"No" I whisper, barely audible,
"Okay" She whispers back and walks away.
Everytime, Why would I want to open up, to someone like that, who introduces themselves with their sob story, an inspirational speech about getting over it and then the questioning begins.
Notes
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8/13/14