An Ode to the Quiets

Welcome,
Who am I you ask?
I'm that girl who looks fine and lives in a nice house with a dog, or a cat. Whatever you think sounds perfect.
I dress like the average middle class teenage girl, but nothing to fancy.
I laugh and smile and get decent grades in decent classes.
But what if you were to come over my house? Or spend a day with the real me?
I'm nothing like who I pretend to be.
My life at school is a show, and I'm the best actress so far.
If you asked me if you could come over my house I would say I'm too busy.
If you wanted to have lunch in the cafeteria with me you would see that I eat little to nothing, But slowly.
You would never she me at the prom or the mall.
Why?
I have a house that looks as though it was abandoned for years.
I sometimes don't eat for days.And if I do I treasure it.
I can't afford to get a dress or anything at the mall, let alone go to the expensive prom.
Only several teachers know and try to help.
I work two part time jobs, flip flopping everyday and sometimes on the same day. Maybe even at night.
You can't see the circles under my eyes because of the make up others give me.
The clothes on my back may look like something you use to own, but gave it to the less fortunate.
That's me, with your shirt.
That's me.
A quiet.

Mom's Words (Rated wow)

Hey bimbo,
We have to let meg talk because she's swaying,
Not finished...doofus,
You start making sh!#t up,
I knew he was going to lay an egg,
I was watching the pigman last night, it's a funny little mental patient.
I wonder if we let him out if he would tear you up...let's try.
Kathy's always confused.
Because kindness is no fun.
My candels are crooked.
Dead puppy, how disturbing.
It's warm because I love you.
Just do it or I'll hit you hard.
You sick person.
I trapped your father in there today (she means the attic).
No, go away.
If I went to jail? I would be so bored.
I sound like a nut.

Dream Giver

There's this dream i have every night after a school day.
It's a warm summer day, with a soft cool breeze. The grass is long but not high.
There are birds flying above me heading...south? north?
I do not know.
The meadow is covered in blue flowers and butterflies with wings of the rainbow.
I feel warm and wholesome. Like I need to be there. I want to be there.
There are no electronics or structures to cover me. There is no need.
Why am i dreaming this? Someone must me giving me this dream.
But who? Was it the guy with the black shirt helping me with my fallen books?
Was it that teacher that said a have improved from a C to an A?
Or was it my mom who said she was proud of me?
Who are you dream giver? Do you know what you're doing?
Do you wait for me tomorrow?
Because when I find out who you are I will give you a dream. One that makes you smile in your lonely sleep. One that makes you happy and feel as if everything will be alright.
Thank you for the comfort.

A Killer's Toy

A kind young boy walks to his car.
The night air is cool and is not what makes his hair stand up, but it is the two dark figures leaning on his car.
He doesn't know who they are or what they want, but he is to close to walk away.
He swallows and start toward the figures. He goes to speak but there is a a banging in his head.
No, it's not in his head, it's on his head.
A toy is crushing his skull. He can't breathe on the hard concrete and feels every muscle in his body tense  whenever the blow occurs yet again. The other figure is destroying his ribs. He is in to much burning pain to let out a scream for help, for mercy.
The two demons are finished and scurry away.
The boy is left on the ground, slipping away. And wonder who they were and why? Why?
That's all he can think since the rest of his thoughts have been crushed to dust.
The weapon is left next to him. It's wooden and long.
What was once a child's toy is now the killers.