Skipping school was not my usual schemes, although my heart was out of control, it jumped as if prompted by an electrical surge I still did it. I did not want to have to sit through a whole day of nonsense taught in utter silence. A place where you did nothing but sit and learn things that will never help you in life. So I sat on the park bench and lit a cigarette. Than another.
I didn't need friends and I didn't need the knowledge of a brainiac either. My grades were flunking. I didn't care anymore. Many teachers told me that I should really fix it and put more effort, that they hated the new me. My life doesn't follow ordeals anymore I seem to go with the flow more than I know I do.
I sat home and watched sad films. Thomas was sent to day care cause mom was no longer able to take care of his routine tantrums and messy personality. She just couldn't take certain things anymore. When mom came home from work she didn't ask why I was at home and not at school she just came in and left. Later the devil came in. He washed a glass and poured water and drank slowly. His shirt smeared with white powder. I didn't talk to him nor did he.
That night I slept like the stars no longer shine as a creepiness grew upon me.
It felt like growing needles emerging from the floor and ceiling, growing like stalagmites and stalactites to pierce my skin in the terrifying dark mind of my existence.
I wondered about the possibilities of life and death and everything that happens in between all the little things and then all the big. The things you can never forget, sometimes the harsh negativity that wanders your mind from time to time.
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Dla nastolatkówOnce all the people left and the lights were off, I cried or in other words we cried. My bad luck and I. We cried till morning when my eyes and her became weak and we disappeared. We disappeared into deep, deep rest. The type of rest that is scorchi...
