I see him everywhere. Even though I am not there anymore with them, I see him everywhere. Everywhere I go I see his stupid ugly face. The face that turned around when it saw me for 6 years straight. And the only little remaining friends I have left in this prison have told me "drop him, he does not deserve you". I wish I could, but unfotunately it is not that easy.
You see reader, there is something called 'traumatic experiences'. And also another thing called 'being depressed and paranoid out of your mind'. Those things have made it so hard to just drop heavy weights. Almost impossible, in a way.
You are probably expecting some sort of plot from me. Because I am the writer. And you are the reader. And I just broke the fourth wall. Even though this is in 1st person. I don't know what I am doing. Did I ever know what I was doing? If I ever had an idea of my action in life for once maybe my life wouldn't be so fucked up.
Smoke rises as the smog gets caught in my lungs. I choke out in the discomfort. The flames rise up, glowing a warm red-orange color in the cold chilly night as the fire burns the field to a crisp. The embers touch me, scorching my skin. The only sound I could hear is my panicked breathing and the crackling and snapping of the fire. Nobody is around to help.
A figure submedged from the fire, and I know who it is. I want to run but I cannot not move. I am paralyzed. Paranoid. The figure is glaring daggers at me. What does he want?
"What do you want?" I ask, in a shaky voice. "Let me go."
The figure slowly brought up his hands in a strange gesture. His fingers curled up towards his face as his hand bent downwards to his chest. He stood in a brave, menacing pose like he was some sort of god. The tips of his middle finger and thumb had met. And with a snap of his fingers, everything is okay again.
Over the horizon are the clouds and the sun. The sky is now a bright blue too. The sun lit up the world instead of a field of fire. The fields and trees were a bright, healthy green instead of being burnt by the aftermath of the firestorm. The world was at peace and serenity, again.
Except I thought I was. He is here. Standing in front of me with a goofy smile like he had on the first day we met, I forgot everything I knew except us. And everything was okay again.
Except it wasn't.
A/N: hi i made this mid november amd i forgot to finish this so IM LEAVING YALLS WITH A CLIFFHANGER MWAAHAHAHAHAH
Im fine dw abt me!! When i wrote this i felt a little silly
Also this has 458 words🙀
