No one seems to understand the concept of everlasting words. Words that leave deep wounds that bleed and bleed and bleed until you are drained of your sanity and happiness. I have been dealing with these scars for a long, long time. And I can not see when it will stop.

People in school say things. It happens to everyone; They are called ugly, stupid, creepy... That last one is not unfamiliar to me. Ever since sixth grade, I have been given a slew of horrid nicknames.

"Demon!"
"Creep-o!"
"Satan Girl!"
"Creepypasta Freak!"
"Cannibal!"

Yes, this did mainly start with my Creepypasta addiction in sixth grade. I would often be called these horrid names on a day-to-day basis. I had no friends to back me up... That is why I created Korosu. In case you did not know, her name means 'I kill' in Japanese. When she got me in trouble, I was sent to ISS. If you do not know or never had been in ISS, it is essentially a wooden stall with concrete floors and a single desk at which you sit at all day long... And do nothing but work on homework and schoolwork.

People now in seventh grade make crosses with ther fingers to ward me off, causing me to hiss and growl, which only gives me more nicknames like Cat Girl or Hissy Fit...

After I was forced to put Korosu to sleep in the back of my head, that is when I created Sea... He has been there, talking to me when I am lonely, and to help me ignore the insults and the pain. He was my first real friend. Later I created Singe and Sage. Then Audacity and Tsunami. Every one of my human OC's are in my head. They help me.

In the Hell called school that I am forced to go to every day, five days a week, I have only two real friends, Charlotte and Emily. But they only help me when it gets so bad that I break down. But I do have one more friend. We are the closest you could get for me... Even though she lives overseas. Thanks, Creepypasta_Animeee, you have helped me day after day after day, whether you knew or not before reading this, I would not have been able to keep going if it were not for you.

"Some of us made it,
But no one deserved it.
I'm silent,
I'm screaming.
Sticks and stones,
Was the rhyme that they taught us,
To fight off our monsters,
To help numb the darkness,
But what they forgot was is,
You don't need,
To break my bones,
For you to break me...
The voices won't stop,
Don't let me be alone.
Please someone,
I just wanna' go back home..."