I stared out the window of the building, green eyes staring down the city as my disheveled hair seemed to get in my eyes, but I could care less. One hundred and forty hours. That adds up to eight thousand, six hundred, and forty minutes, or five million, one hundred eighty four thousand seconds. Crazy, huh? What am I talking about? It’s rather simple, I have not closed my eyes any longer than a blink in the past six days. I’m glad I haven’t. You wouldn’t be sleeping with the genocide I’ve been seeing for the past few days when I did sleep. You wouldn’t want to know them, they’re too gruesome. That’s all I can really say. I decided after that that I would never sleep again, until this whole thing is over.

It’s funny, though. For the past year of life that I could remember, I’ve never been as shaken up as I am now, and I've been through enough! They were so nice. They cared for me. And what makes everything hurt inside, is that they were willing to be friends with me. Something I never had, a friend. Not when in the Caribbean, not when traveling with the pirates I made friends with, not anywhere. People were nice to me, but I could see right through them. They thought of me as nothing more then an outcast. People feared me, and I could tell that they could only fear me. So, I kept walking. Kept traveling, in hopes that there was somewhere out there I could fit in, or someone out there that would be a friend.

Well, I found them. I most definitely made friends when I came to this city. The household I commonly visited when I was here. People would smile, and accept me for who I was, even if I did have a power that others feared me and considered me a freak for. I felt like I was home I was somewhere I belonged in this big world of fear. It just seemed so right. But now, they were dead, and I could do nothing about it. It made me feel so horrible. All I could do was sit there and wait, watching their demise happen from afar.

I finally got out of bed, feeling my warm feet touch the cold floor. Winter was approaching fast, even if it was just November. Soon it would be Christmas. Christmas…alone…without them. How strange it would feel. This would be my second Christmas, and while I’ve never spent a Christmas with these people, I felt like it would be special. Well, there goes that theory.

Picking up the blanket, I wrapped it around my body, and began to approach the mirror, looking at all my accessories. I had chosen to fall asleep in my normal outfit, which made it rather easy for me to know that I didn’t have to change into a certain outfit. I picked up some clothing to wear, mainly being a pair of baggy jeans, and a shirt that had an emoticon of a person smiling, the usual, even if I didn't feel like that. I fished out some cat socks, and boots. An awkward outfit for such a sad day.

I studied myself in the mirror for a few moments. Jeez, did I look like hell. There were bags under my mossy green eyes, which were once more of a dark green. My hair was clean, but I could tell that as it fell in my eyes, that it didn’t have it’s usual shine. I needed sleep. But I wouldn’t let myself get it. Placing my hand on the dresser, I grabbed a hair ribbon, and put it in my hair, and began to smile, a fake smile of course. I didn’t look any better. In fact, I looked a thousand years older than I should had been, and it was disturbing. It wasn’t going to get any better, either.

I placed my head on the dresser, and sighed, feeling things move around me, as I began to feel the makeup-something I HATE-approach me, and I sat up. I wouldn’t let anyone worry about me, as I let the items spray my face, and smear, managing to make me look normal. I opened my eyes, and smiled. Now I was wearing the mask of Mango Kattan.

But this had to end, soon. And I’d make sure it ended. I’d make sure the dreams of Chiboko Kattan would never return to me, and I could rest in peace…or in pieces…Just as long as I could be happy, I’d give anything away to have them back, and be able to be normal again…

Just. About. Anything.