Shut up..Please shut up..

TORU YAMAA | 26 | RINGLEADER | PSYCHIC

 

'Imaginary friends'. That's what a mother said that they were whenever her five year old came running telling her that a boy wouldn't let him use the swing when it was obviously his turn and the swing was completely empty. 

'Imaginary friends' she called them when her 11 year old told her about the man sitting on the bench across the road telling him stories of warriors with long katanas and she always saw her son sitting there alone. 

'Imaginary friends' what was they were still called when she walked past her 15 year olds room and saw him sitting with the back against his wall telling someone who wasn't there repeatedly to shut up, shut up, shut up...

 

Toru Yama learned as he entered his teen years that this..These people he'd seen all the time wasn't real. or atleast not living. And what he saw and felt and could tell about people wans't normal. Normal people couldn't take a glance at someone and imidiatelly have loads of information rushed over them. The feeling of a cat stroking against his leg or the smell of liqour or the feeling of salty tears running down his cheeks when none of it was actually there. 

It was simply not normal. 

He bottled it up, told no one. SHoved it away, shut himself away from the world in his room but they still found him. Either bound to something or seeking help because of his open mind. Pleading him to help them. Help them deliver a message, help them to find the light help-

ENOUGH!

he had had enough. He would repeatedly tell these thing sto shut up, for his mind to shut up. THese things were not normal, he was not normal he was a freak!...A freak.

And so he started to suround himself with weird people. Mentally ill people, druggies, weird people in general just to for once feel somewhat normal. Atleast for a short moment. 

His personality grew sour over the years, bottling away the fear and insecurities far away inside of him to never see the light of day ever again. And no one would ever known. He created a mask for himself of roughness, sarcasm, dark humour, smoke and evil. This dark, cocky and bad man was the facade that he hid himself behind to cover up for his own insecurities and fear. Fear of a power, an open mind that scared him to bits..