Bang!

Gun pointed at my chest, I feel a sudden warmth on my chest.

I feel it and I freeze.

Blood seeps through my shirt and drips.

Stab!

A sharp blade within me.

Once again blood drips down and I'm soaked with blood.

I cry but no voice comes out. I try to cry but no tears run down.

Right there I realize what had happened. I have turned into an emotionless human being.

The feeling of pain was so common, now the word pain does not mean anything.

I stare at my wounds.

People walk past me as I kneel on the floor.

They stare at me as though I am weird. I cry for help but no one appears.

I am alone.

Trying my best I stand up back on my feet. I take out a mask, put it on, then casually walk. Everyone stares at me because of my smile. Some think of it as a mockery.

With my head held up high I continue walking.

Beneath the mask, I cry.

I wince.

I shout.

I run.

I try to escape.

Nothing works, darkness is everywhere. No one helps.

All alone, I fight my battle.

But no victory, for this battle goes on every day.