ShyNanuak

I can't stand it anymore. Life has just gotten so far away from me. I'm tired of spending every night in fear. Then going to school every morning and being bullied by everyone around me. At night I lay in bed, scared of what isn't there. The things that I can see, yet no one else can. The creatures that lurk around me, and haunt my every moment of life. I cry myself to sleep every night, clinging to a small thread of hope. Hope that one day I will wake up and this will all be a bad dream. I'll go back to being a little girl, no older than 9, and I will be able to hear her voice once more. But alas, that thread snapped. I sat there on my fl

Oh woe! Don't let it be so. It is not time for her to go. Though pain she is in, And each day she grows thin. Though hope there is none, She is still fighting strong! Yet here I stand. Her head in my hand, As I demand Her fate not be placed in the hands of Man. She will say when the time has come. She is still fighting! This war is not yet won.

Many who hear my tale of that night often believe that I was simply dreaming. Or perhaps I have lost my mind. But I can assure you, what happened was real. I was there, and I remember it all too clearly. That... thing will forever haunt my memory. I was in my bed, asleep as usual. However, I woke up at a strange hour. This alone told me that something was wrong. I never wake up unless a new presence enters the area. So needless to say, I was very wary. It was then that I noticed paper. The little white figment of my imagination. Paper looked like a little white paper cut out of a man, which is why I named him paper, and he was always telling