Blood bubbles through my skin, cascading waterfalls at the sudden prick. The tiny needle laying inches away, hiding its devious intention. The pain of the prick soon faded, numbness overtaking in favor. They were all over, ensuring the scars run along my feeble hands. I've been over this, days, weeks.

Thread, knot, weave, sew, stitch, cut. Thread, knot, weave, sew, stitch, cut. Thread, knot, weave...

The soaring sky darkens at my presence as it always had. Science would never be able to explain it, because it wasn't. In the appearance of human life, the floating island seems to dim, as though the very protection of it depended on the dusking sky.

The thought of it bewildered me at first, but the sight of it over time made me despise it. It was hiding it. I just know it. This island was hiding ...

At the age of 7, I witnessed firsthand what it was like to be chosen last.

My parents constantly prioritized my sister, giving her the gifts that she wanted, spending money on extravagant birthday parties that were themed to her liking.

I waited. Wishing hopefully that they would do the same on mine. My heart leaped with joy at the thought of it. I was going to do a frozen themed birthday party, ...

If only this world had shown me a little more mercy, shown me that living was worth a living, that this life had a meaning and a world crafted with eternal bliss. If only it had breezed past the beating soul within me, grazing it gently and wisping away. The lives it would have saved, the families of loved one, the soldiers of bold hearts, the kingdom of dancing souls as they wonder if it was wort...