Evergreen

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It took no time for the two to become close....

Their hearts bounded so tight; many would picture it to be as one...

For an undetermined amount of time...the two spent every day under the sun together...

And every night huddled together in each other's arms...

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I vaguely remember that dastardly feeling.

The feeling that the sky cannot hold you any longer.

The feeling as if you're flying to your immediate end.

Probably, I should've felt that urgency.... that, necessity-to address the rapid way in which I was falling-to perhaps my immediate death.

Yet....I didn't...

I let the sky engulf me in its web of colors and lights....in its captivating, cradle of clouds, in its unaccounted for promises of peace-and faded away into the background. In likeness to a small speck that ties an entire masterpiece together, I became the sky...I became the clouds and the winds and the everchanging colors of the earth. I became what the world saw me to be...and in that-I was never "me" again.

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"If the world around you were changing right before your very eyes.... would you stick around to see it happen?" I was once asked this question by my history teacher back in fourth grade and to be very honest, when he asked- I couldn't even answer him. Not because I was so flabbergasted by the question that I had to rack my mind for one- but because, to me at least, it didn't make any sense- or perhaps, I just didn't understand. Either way, the point is, ever since he asked me that question- I've been thinking about it at the very core of my mind, wracking my brain of what he was trying to convey. Finally, after all that time, I figured it out, Mr. Kerm, my fourth-grade middle school teacher for history, was a mad man.

My conclusion is simple, so, after the party when I got all mad and flopped unto my bed- I was looking at this picture of Shari, right? Then, all of a sudden, steadily and surely, the area around me was weaving and waning, like the ripples of a disturbed pond. So, like any other person that that could possibly happen to, I closed my eyes- thinking it was the occasional dizziness. Only to open them to a completely different scenery. So here I am now, staring into a situation, that shouldn't exist. Prompting me to realize that if this was what Mr. Kerm meant, he was high off his rocks, and I should've known that from the beginning.

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I can't breathe.... I'm panicking...

I shot up from my laying stature as beads of sweat and labored breaths riddled my being...fear and disbelief was all that was running through my mind at the sight of it. My room was of its usual, the aligned pegs of cameras on the wall at the opposite side of my bed, the desk right underneath with messy stacks of books and papers and stationery, the detailed carvings of various flora my father made on the walls to allow the place to feel homier and a hole leading to who knows where- right in my fucking wall. It was more than valid to say I was freaking out, why do things like this only happen to me?

I slowly backed up upon my bed, rearranging the sheets whilst tumbling over my own trembling feet, my hands shaking like a leaf's stem in harsh winds as they propelled me backwards. "M-Mom?" I quaveringly sputtered, my leg now pulling away from the bed's edge to the wooden floor. "M-mom! Mom! Something weird...Something weird's in my room!" Redirecting my attention from the gaping hole in the wall to the room door, I scurried to reach it, instantaneously turning the doorknob in order to go outside. Yet, it was a futile attempt, as not even a budge came the door's way, no matter how much I pushed and shoved at it. Basically, I was locked in here, with only that hole as an exit.