my name is john merrick...
what if john merrick kept a diary?
These people, victims, like me, lie here today, tiered, hopeless, and alone.
I heard the dry crunch of leaves before me, and as I turned I feared to see the face of my enemy, but instead I saw a brother. He quietly unlocked my cage and helped me out. I was shocked, that someone had found the courage to help everyone out of our cages and help us all escape. I felt a familiar warmth. Not a physical warmth, but more in my soul. The same warmth I felt when I received the gift from my dear friend. The warmth I felt when Ms. Kendall kissed my cheek. A warmth that gave me the strength to lift myself and escape this tourture. To leave this life that I do not deserve. That NO ONE deserves.
At last I took off on my own, after saying goodbye to my brothers. Again in fear of someone seeing me, I hid my face. When will I be able to be normal? Will I ever be normal?
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