The boy on the bus... (on break )

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

After that day, I was no longer the same. I stopped talking to people, even my mother and I almost stopped my studies.

I open my eyes and look at the fallen leaves because of the rising wind. I decided to start walking towards my house. My cheeks were cold. I don't know how long I slept in this grass that was never cut, crying, thinking about my past. It hurts. Really bad, but I had to think of something else. I will never move forward in life if I am not able to let go of the past.

It starts to rain, I run home. 3.

3 was the number of lightning I saw before returning home. Back against the door to keep it closed, for whom or for what, I don't know, but all I know is that I am not me, the Liam I know. I'm all soft. I no longer feel my feet or my head. I'm crying like it's gonna change something. It's not, but I can still cry. I want to be more than anything else in this world. So I keep crying, sobbing, and screaming. I ended up falling asleep at the foot of this cold door.

The next day I woke up with a bad back. I went to my room to take a nap.

When I woke up the first thing I did was check the time on my phone and found that I had only been sleeping for two hours. When I tried to get up, I was hit with a wave of dizziness. I sat down once more, trying to find my bearings.

I watched out the window as people hurried past, unaware of what was happening in the apartment in front of them. I wondered what they were doing; where they went, how much money they made, and if they had children or pets. If you asked me, I didn't like any of these questions. They weren't really important. And I didn't want to know either, because it would make it harder to know that people had a good life.

It wasn't fair. Why did these things always happen to me? I felt tears start to form in my eyes. I knew there was no one else who could do anything about it, so I decided to ignore it, for now. Besides, it didn't matter anyway, there was nothing to do. I should get used to it. That's what everyone told me anyway.

When I finally managed to get up, I headed to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water. It seemed pointless at this point to try and get something different downstairs. I can't remember the last time I got my hands dirty. It was strange. Everything had been cleaned up before I got home. All I did was eat, sleep... And now everything was falling apart.

With all these thoughts I finished my glass of water without knowing it. I went back to my room and continued my nap.

2 hours later, I'm starting to get hungry. I plug in my cell phone and go downstairs. I open the fridge to find nothing that particularly interests me. I have no idea what I was hoping for, but my stomach growls for comfort. My gaze wanders over to leftover spaghetti and I smile at the sight. I take the plastic jar and put it in the microwave, setting the timer.

As soon as it rings, I grab a fork and eat the food with an appetite I didn't know I had. These delicious.

There is a noise behind me as I eat, and I look up from my meal to find my mother standing there.

Sorry for not posting. I am enjoying my summer!!