I walked down the stairs, a trail of shame followed me. I dragged my legs through the weight of the guilt and made breakfast for myself, making sure to leave the crust of my toast for the dog, as if nothing happened.
I floated to the living room, my mums head in her hands, she never usually stays home from work. The unseen weight on my shoulders heavens as I leave the house without a goodbye, as if nothing happened.
The people on the street carried on as normal, not a worry in sight. The path to school was quiet, empty. My friends laughter and shouts of joy were faint, as if a ghostly figure of what was left of my imagination. I shrugged away the thought and before I knew it I was at school. It was loud as per usual, drama throughout every corridor, the gossip-craved gangs huddled in whispers, as if nothing happened.
The day ended as quick as any other, my steps getting heavier by the second, the chains of regret holding me captive as a prisoner of my own wrongdoing. As I glided through the door, my mum was now accompanied by my dad and grandparents by either side, I stroll into the kitchen, my dog by the chair I usually sit on, the leftovers of my breakfast to be unseen, as if nothing happened.
He lay mournfully by the side of the oak and empty chair, the joyous shine absent from his eyes. His vacant orbs wondering the room every now and then seeking my presence. 'I'm right here?' I thought to myself. Suddenly I'm dragged by the permanent ropes of my own sorrow back to my unconscious body. I'm brought back to the reality of my absence. Now I lie in my own regret and darkness, I wish I could've taken back the life I missed so selfishly and yet so wrongfully ended out of lack of hope for what my future had in store, and continued as if nothing happened...
