Shadow Eyes

Alex’s P.O.V          

I can still remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember lying in my bed, trying so hard to drift off to sleep, but I never do. I sighed and brushed my long hair out of my face and sat up. That’s when I first heard the sirens, then I saw the flashing blue and red lights cover our house. I threw the covers off of me and I raced to my window, the officer stepped out of his car, with a grim look on his face. I slowly opened my door, and crept to the edge of the stair case, my fingers curling into a tight fist. “The truck crashed straight into them, his car was sent flying off the cliff. We found the bodies, and I’m so sorry, but Jake didn’t make it” he sternly told my mother, she slammed the door in his face and went into her bedroom to cry.

I collapsed on the ground, his words stabbing me like knives. “Jake didn’t make it” replayed in my head over and over again. I locked myself in my room and cried. My brother, my idol, my best friend. Is gone, forever. Something inside of me died that day, to be honest, I think it was me. As much as I looked alive, I wasn’t. I was just an empty shell.

Now

I walk out of school, feeling as dead as ever. I’ve changed a lot since my brother’s death, I hide everything about myself now. My blonde hair is hidden by black dye, my eyes are hidden by black eye-liner and black eye-shadow, My skin is covered by black clothes and scars. As I walk to the abandoned park down the road, I ignore everyone around me. That’s all I ever do now, I ignore people and push them away. Because, if you ever get too close to someone, you’ll lose them, and just like me, you’ll die in the inside. I jump over the mouldy, wooden fence and land on the ground with a soft thud. My shoes make small marks in the mud from where I landed. I stand up and walk over to the faded green bench. I pull out a Vodka bottle from the school bag and I sit on the bench, taking huge sips from my drink. I sit there for hours drowning my sorrows like I do every other do.

My vision blurs as the alcohol floods throughout my body, I stand up and stumble towards the over grown rose bush. I pull a red rose from the bush and curse as a thorn pricks my skin, releasing sharp pain and small drops of blood. I stumble through the rusty back gate and make my way towards the grave yard a few streets away. My feet shuffle against the concrete making soft noises. I push the gate open and it creaks under my rough touch, I push my way through the over grown ivy and make my way towards the head stone closest to the gate. It’s fairly new, with tones of roses surrounding it. I gently throw the rose I’m clutching into the heap of other roses and I slur: “I love you and I miss you, I promise I’ll never forget you” I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks, so I angrily wipe them away. I walk away, leaving Jake’s grave behind me. I stumble down the street, the effects of the Vodka already wearing off.

I see and young guy leaning against the fence, holding his face in his hands. He looks so fragile I think to myself. He looks up at me, his face wet with tears. His ripped shirt reveals and cut and heavily bruised chest and he’s got a very bruised and cut face. I want to help him, I really do. But instead, I don’t know why, I plant a soft kiss and the top of his forehead and I run off, leaving him to be just a distant memory, but I cannot seem to shake him from my mind...