As I stare at the stars, I couldn't help but wonder how we live in this universe.
This planet we call earth, is tiny compared to things out there, it scares me to even think about. How we are just a tiny dot compared to what's out there.
The soggy grass I lay under and it is starting to feel uncomfortable on my back. The busy noise of cars driving by wakes me up from my thoughts.
Although I don't live downtown , I still live in a busy part of Boston where I can hear cars passing by. I turn my head to the side, the grass ticking the side of my face.
I stare at the streetlight , the cars, the people that pass by. The noise calms me ,it reminds me that I'm not alone , in some way I guess.
It's past midnight , but life can wait at least one more hour for me. I wanna lay here forever and just stare at the stars. The shiny stars that light up my night. It's fascinating that I could lay here for eternity and never get bored. I feel euphoric just laying here with my hair spread out on the soggy grass that wets my back and staring at the endless sky.
As I start to get back up, I send one more glance at the sky and start to walk away. The only thing lighting up the sidewalk is the streetlight, but that barely gives anything. I keep my face down not glancing up at any cars that pass by.
My hand unconsciously moves to wear the pocket on my sweater . My hand wraps around the pocket knife , a reminder that I have something to use.
I'm not really scared walking alone at night, believe it or not. The wind blows my hair to the side , the cold air tickles my face .
A reminder to hurry up, I start to walk faster to home. My feet ache but I move through the pain, i don't want to stay in the streets any longer alone. The cars and the people have left now leaving me alone.
By the time I get home it's 3:12 am , it's deadly quiet and it scares me. The house is empty, the only noise is the sound of the clock clicking, tick, tick, tick.
Leaving my shoes downstar i head upstairs, my feet thumping against the carpet.There are five rooms in total upstairs , 4 of them are empty, the doors closed.
I head to my room , changing out my clothes into an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. I lay in my bed just staring at my celaing that's decorated with tiny little stars that glow up the room.
I close my eyes and wish that for once I wouldn't be alone in this world, because I know that somewhere out there, in the 7 billion people there is at least one person who will understand me.
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RomanceSadie Wilson is not important , she is the girl in the background that no one cares for. She has nothing to live for , that was until she met special brown haired boy name Jase.
