A single flower.. (now adopted)

Another day, another story..

Rage.

Lost in the rage, he forgot himself.

He forgot who he was, what his purpose was, how to feel.

He grew angrier and angrier, colder and colder, more and more lost, until he just..faded.

Like the words on a page, he faded away. Gone forever, lost. Everything he ever worked for. Gone.

He was too far lost. Too far gone. Everything was red, all he could see for miles and miles was just red.

Everybody always said he was in too deep. The Cold boy. Hiding, scared of contact. Scared to love, scared to trust. Far in a void of nothing. No emotions. Dead inside, and it was only a matter of time before he was dead outside too.

Everybody said he was being stupid. That he was saying stuff far too absurd that couldn't have anything to do with him.

"Why?"

"Why is it me, chosen to suffer just because of how I grew into this world?"

"What did I ever do. I was always nice, and never got my kindness back."

"I only pushed people away to save myself. To keep myself from all of the pain people threw at me."

"I made a mistake. I just pushed myself further into a pain caused by only myself. There was nobody to blame."

Pushing himself into the endless void of pain and pushing people away, he was in more pain than anybody could have caused upon him themself.

All he was, was far gone. Gone, unreachable.

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It was another day. Lousy, boring, and useless. I would know that well, this world has hated me since I came to exist.

Of course, I spent most of the time in my room in the morning. Yet I had school to deal with, what a bother. I grumbled in annoyance, getting up to get my usual outfit on. A grey hoodie, sleeves covering my hands, grey shorts, a black belt and that ridiculous bandana.

I dont know why I wore the bandana, I just really liked it. I then put on my earrings, two earrings on each ear, connected by a chain on either side. I put on some of my random fishnet socks (dont ask.) and black boots.

I sighed. I was just the typical moody school emo, wasnt I. Grabbing my phone and earbuds, I headed downstairs. Just hoping my parents weren't around. Lucky me, they were in the living room watching some stupid show.

Quickly making some toast, I head off to school. Naturally, I'm late. When I get to class, I straight up ignore the teacher and go to sit down. "Lucas why are you la-" I cut them off with a glare, then put in my earbuds and listened to music.

I was silently hoping to just be left alone the rest of the day. To me, being alone was important. Allowing somebody to talk and spend time with me was just like losing. A small part of me, deep in the void, wanted to lose. The part of me wanted a friend, somebody I could trust and spend time with. The part of me wanted and needed somebody, it wanted to lose. I wanted to lose. Why? Why did I want to lose? I couldnt quite put my finger on it. Sadly.

It was lunch, and I went up to the roof. The one place always left empty by most students. Sitting on a bench next to the fence, I looked at the field from there, watching as students ran around, most likely already done with their lunch. I couldnt help but envy them, they all had such strong bonds, they were laughing and having fun, never ceasing to smile.

It was sad, how I never could make friends that I could trust. They never gave me a reason to trust them. Well, never a good reason. As if they didnt want to be my friend. That was just what I've become used to. It's the new normal.

Today went as normal..well, almost. At the end of the day, I was ready to head home. All I wanted was to go home, back to my room. School was like a living hell, as usual. Well as I was walking away from the school, I heard somebody running after me. "Lucas!" I heard somebody yell. I stopped and turned, to see the person stop in front of me, panting. I let the person calm down their breathing, and they stood up straight. "Sorry, I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to be friends? I've been looking for you most of today..." he said, and I stood there surprised.

'Looking for..me?' I thought. "Well, what's your name?" I ask, and he smiles happily. "My name is Alexander! You can just call me Alex though." He says, and I nearly melt at the look in his eyes. This is..weird. I'm confused, why do I feel..happy? "Well it's nice to meet you, Alex. You know my name is Lucas, but if you want you can call me Luca." I say, and his smile gets even wider. I smiled softly, and turned around.

"I'll see you tommorow, Alex."

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He went home, and millions of thoughts clouded his mind. In his room, all he could think of is one thing.

He made a friend.

His first friend, in years. A friend, somebody to talk to. Somebody to spend time with, share things with, joke with, laugh and cry with.

He silently hoped, that this was somebody he could trust. Somebody who could fill the void with light, somebody who could save him. The thought of that made his heart race, his sadness dissapear. He finally felt a new emotion, he felt hope. He felt hope, a hope that he wasnt wrong like all those times in the past.

It felt like a dream. A fairytale, a fictional story. Well you know what they say.

Another day, another story.