I'm surrounded by people on this planet. I instantly curl up into a ball, not caring how it makes me look. I can't do it. I claw at my ears with the charter of their voices and look up only to whimper back in fear seeing hundreds, if not thousands of people. I CAN'T DO IT.
       "Get up you worthless coward!"
        "I'm scared!" I tell them, "there's too many."
       "Too many what?"
       I whimper, "Too many people who will just trigger it and laugh. Too many people who don't understand. Too many people who can't help!" I steadily raised my voice into a yell and I didn't even notice that I had stoop up. All around me were people gawking and whispering. It was times like this when I was glad there was no god, because if there was he was obviously just trying to kill me off. I rip at my hair and end up curled  into a ball in a puddle of tears, blood, and black ink. It happened again. I should've known. I'm such an idiot for not even acknowledging  that they had been speaking to me. "This is what I was talking about." I mutter.
       "Get up. They're gone."
       I get up and feel a throb in my ankle that fear and awe had suspended before. I get up. My surroundings! They- oh my.