I feel the darkened room. My thoughts echo its sounds.
There’s someone crawling on my ceiling.
Its two eyes taking in my figure.
I no longer feel safe in my bed; I no longer feel safe anywhere.
There’s no place without it, for it always haunts me.
The world seems to pause: no noise, vision, or smell.
What will happen? Only time will tell.
Then I can feel something crawl down, and I am unable to even frown.
Why can’t I move? Why can’t I breathe?
The four limbed being is now on top of me.
A long arm touches my paralyzed face,
Its own countenance with an apathetic expression takes away my mind.
Knowing I have lost all aspects of joy, hope, and care,
I acknowledge this isn’t fair.
Suddenly, something zaps through me.
Pain spreading like a disease through my body as it increases until I’m numb.
For I am gone, and I am done.
Do you know who took me?
I wonder too,
Since humans aren’t blue.
By Vera Rodriguez
Age 13, Our Lady of the Hamptons