I spoke before about my childhood and the harshness of it. My last gift from my happy childhood was a pillow which I treasured before my life became hell.
Today someone tore that pillow into shreds and it shattered whatever I had left of happiness. I tried my best to sow the pillow but I failed. I will never forgive that person. And may she know that I will be hunting her. I have nothing! I have nothing left! I'm no one! The [censored] destroyed all that I had. Is it too much to ask to defend one pillow? So it ends like that doesn't it? I own nothing now, I have nothing at all no value and no honor. I failed to defend what I sought most to defend for. This pillow was the last thing I had to cling onto happiness, and it was trashed over night.
Everyday I got up in fear that the pillow was destroyed. Everyday I watched the pillow as it gleamed through its worn dull texture with hope of change. But I never wish for change in this way....