I don't know how long I've been sitting here; at some little brook I found on one of my runs. But damn feels good to be away.
The sound of the water rushing and cascading over rocks, the numbing feel of the ice cold water, the moist nature smell; it makes me nothing, but everything. I don't feel pain; instead I feel something rare, something foreign to my world, I feel hope.
Hope for a way out of this dark void of my mind. Hope for a chance of happiness. Hope for belonging. All this hope, this happiness, it elates me.
The sound of my phone ringing startles me out of my daze, bringing back the darkness, it encloses me.
"Hey, where are you? I need help setting up lunch.
Mariana? Mariana? You there?" Questions Aliana.
"Wait. What'd you say?" I answered.
"Ughhhhh.
GET. YOUR. ASS. HOME.
And please help me with lunch," whines Aliana.
"Ok, ok. I'm on my way. Calm your crap," I respond.
