Laughing. I hear laughing and crying; I don’t know who it is and I don’t know why it’s happening… but I’m not scared. I don’t feel uneasy, I don’t feel afraid, I don’t feel upset in anyway. I feel normal, calm. And confused. I can’t place a face or body to these sounds, but I know it’s coming from this house, somewhere upstairs, outside my room. When I open my door, I see no one.
I’m alone in the house, my roommates are gone; the dog is gone. It’s only me and my cat.
And someone crying. Someone laughing.
A child, a little girl I think. But I cant be sure, because she keeps hiding. Running and hiding, like she’s playing a game.
And really, tonight, I don’t mind playing her little game. I don’t mind laughing with her, hiding with her, talking with her.
I just wish she would come in my room and actually talk to me.
Tell me why she’s here.
Why she’s crying.
I want to help.
But I cant help if she doesn’t want me to.
I’m alone in the house, my roommates are gone; the dog is gone. It’s only me and my cat.
And someone crying. Someone laughing.
A child, a little girl I think. But I cant be sure, because she keeps hiding. Running and hiding, like she’s playing a game.
And really, tonight, I don’t mind playing her little game. I don’t mind laughing with her, hiding with her, talking with her.
I just wish she would come in my room and actually talk to me.
Tell me why she’s here.
Why she’s crying.
I want to help.
But I cant help if she doesn’t want me to.
-Amber Christina
