Isn't It Funny?
Author's Notes
Hard to explain, kind of in the style of a vent? It's a very depreciating theme.
Isn't it funny?
Isn't it funny?
Isn't it funny?
Even with the heavy rainfall, it wasn't enough to drown it out.
NV ran down the sidewalk, face dropped and bandaged hands pressed against their ears. Not enough, not enough. That voice was still their, its voice was still there.
Isn't it funny?
Turning into the nearest alley, they slammed their back against the wall and sank to the ground. Their knees pulled up against their chest and pressed their forehead against it. "No more," they begged quietly as they closed their eyes.
But it was relentless.
It always was.
You're all alone again.
Are you surprised? Really?
After everything I've told you?
Did you think things would change because someone smiled at you? Idiot.
Do you think they cared about you?
It was pity.
Pity for a freak.
Pity for a monster.
Pity for the ugly.
You're unlikeable. There's nothing about you interesting, not even this stupid look of yours.
People are better than you. Everyone is better than you. At least they can show you their face.
Did you think that would all change because someone said they liked you?
Because someone called you their friend?
Who would like someone like you?
Thunder boomed. It wasn't loud enough to drown it all out. NV couldn't move; even if they could, there was no running from this. They would never escape this-- escape it. It was their fate.
Remember why these wraps cover you.
It was their punishment.
For being so unlikeable.
Isn't it funny?