The walls of the box I seem to be in are covered in blood and surrounded by an aura of light blue fear. I reach out and just before my finger tips collide with the bloody walls, the blood turns into writing. I squint and read a few sentences. Kill your self. You are useless. Nobody likes you. You are fat and ugly. These are all things I've heard before but now I can't escape them. I CAN'T ECSAPE THEM!The walls start to shrink and crush me until the words are etched into my skin like a blade. They cover up the previous marks and create new as well. They cover me from neck to toe. I wipe some blood off my fore arm and struggle to keep them down.
       "Ow!" I squeal.
       "Don't keep me down then."
       I hate them so much, "I hate you. You know that right? You're not gonna control me. I can keep strong. You'll NEVER affect me!"
       Their chuckle sends chills up my rib cage, "Hahaha. Oh V,
I already have.