250 days ago, the world lost a twinkle eyed boy. 250 days ago, Liam Monroe committed suicide. 250 days ago, tragedy strikes. No one will remember him, as the twinkle eyed boy he was, a fragment of a boy tucked behind prom and detention, moonlit kiss...
Loud, harsh sounds woke me from deep slumber, from dreams of rivets of chocolate and sweet, powdered sugar snow. Slamming the alarm clock, I pulled myself out of bed, running a hand through my messy blond hair.
Very soon, the city of Greygate would wake, and the silver moon would descend again, returning the night after. Coffee shops signs would flip back to OPEN, and people hurrying on their way, their own stories and tragedies, their own love and hatred.
5:30 is much too early. I groaned as I grabbed a pair of baggy ripped jeans and an olive green crop top.
Brushing a comb through my hair, I brushed my teeth and applied some highlighter and mascara. Pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I raced downstairs, grabbing my backpack and sat down on the stool.
"Hey, Summer," Mom turns around, and flips a piece of french toast onto my plate. "Eat up, it's already 6:50, and you want to get there early enough for 0 period and meet up with your friends."
Grabbing the maple syrup, drizzling the brown-ish liquid onto the toast, the wafting smell of cinnamon and syrup mixing in the air, along with the bitter smell of coffee and early morning air, I took a big bite.
My brother, William, raced downstairs, brown hair curled messily over his forehead, and sparkling blue eyes full with mischievousness. He claimed that his hair was beautiful, but everyone knows he's just too lazy to comb his hair.
"'Sup, Summer?" Plopping down next to me, I glanced over at his bedhead.
"God, just comb your hair for once!"
"Both of you, shut up!"
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0 period is my favorite period in the school year. No excess people, quietness, and it allows me to escape from school for a while.
Yet, it's also where my biggest trauma is.
250 days ago, I saw a person fling themself off the gym during 0 period. 250 days ago, I saw someone take their life from themselves. 250 days ago, I saw Liam Monroe's death.
Everyone's practically forgotten about him. Everyone, but me. I should've called for help. I should've done something. Instead, I stood there, like an idiot, and watched as he fell to the ground. I watched, as the breath left his lungs, as his heart slowly ceased, as his eyes dimmed.
I saw life leave his body.
And I did nothing to stop it.
I saw someone take their life away from them, and I stood there.
I just stood there, alone.
I just stood there, and afterwards, I ran.
I ran away from him, I ran away from the trauma.
I ran away from the guilt.
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Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I know I just posted the overview, but I was just too excited to do this! Not sure how I'm going to do this, but I have some idea. An update for Experiment 101: Love at (Not) First Sight will be up on Monday! Remember to comment, vote, and follow! <3
