Tack, tack Crouched under the table at the far corner of the room Tack, tack The winds rustled the leaves hanging from the tree just outside my window Tack, tack A gentle breeze blows in, caressing my skin. But the feel of it like sandpaper, scrubbing mercilessly against my skin Tack, tack The windows slam shut, I scream, I jump, hitting my head to the underside of the table. Slowly, I crawl out, my hiding spot didnt feel so safe anymore. Take a few steps forward, just a little more. I'm standing in the middle of the bedroom again, upturned, clothes strewn around. The voices come back, the ones I can't block out. Shivering even in the absence of wind Tack, tack Concentrate your emotions on positive things, she said I pulled as far as I could and released the rubber Tack It didn't work, the voices were back, getting louder each second Tack tack tack tack I screamed in frustration, dropping to my knees as the tears streamed down my face Tack tack tack tack I pulled relentlessly, trying to drown out the voices Tack tack tack tack I heard footsteps rushing up the stair and my room door opened soon after Tack I looked into the eyes of the people that brought me into this world My last thoughts was "I wish I was never born" Darkness.