Life is like the ocean, and I'm drowning | Aidan Gallagher

Numb?

Heavy droplets of freezing water stings my skin as I walk down the dark empty street.

The moonlight is swallowed by the heavy silver colored clouds that covers the star-filled sky.
I cross my arms, rubbing them gently.

I take in a sharp breath of the clean, fresh air.

I'm not a wreck alright, much things at the same time does not make me a wreck.

When I found out that my mom cheated on my dad, then later he passed it felt like a big ocean was covering me, taking me away from the sun.

But now, the numbness suffocates me, wrapping itself in a tight grip around my heart. I am supposed to grieve, but the only thing I can feel is either anger or nothing.

A jacket or something would be great in this situation.

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I am now starting to this if walking home was the wisest decision.

I sit at my desk, taking out my notebook out of my little back pack that I hung on the chair earlier.

I have an English exam coming up, I have no clue how to divide this shit.

May 24th 2019:

I sit at my desk studying for my English exam.

Damn it I don't know how to divide this, there's so many parts.

I furrow my eyebrows, laying my head on the desk in my arms.

"Hi bud, need any help?" My dad says as he opens the door, putting his head in the space between the door and the wall.

I nod in response.

"Why don't you start with the things you think is harder?" He starts as he walks into my room, sitting down next to me.

He keeps describing how I should put this up.

I start with the things I think is harder, then I take a break reading through the thing I think is easier.

That's the best advice I've gotten about this kind of stuff. Every good advice I get is from my dad.

Now (November 4th 2021):

(I just came up with that date alright?)

I let out a breath.

"Let's just not do this right now," I say under my breath ready to take a nap.

I stand up, sitting down at my bed. I reach out for my guitar that I hung up on this cool ass thing on the wall.

I lean against the wall as I play around with the guitar.

I start to hum with the melody I'm playing.

The angelic sound of the guitars strings being hit over and over again makes me realize, that music is my escape.

I sigh deeply, hanging up the guitar in that cool ass thing.

I throw myself at the bed, closing my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

A/n: I had no ideas for this chapter, but I have for the next 😃😃😃😃😃😃

Word count: 780

- Amanda