• 'your worthless' they would say behind closed doors.
    'nobody cares' they would whisper.
    'you will die here..' they would say behind a evil smirk.
    Now i stand here, perched on the top of the clock tower. looking down upon the once world i lived in. the wind blowing my hair into the dark misty night. I now know, they were as right, as they were wrong.