I rise out of bed, the hard cold floor touches my feet, I want more than anything just to lay back in bed. But I can't, today was important, so with a deep sigh, I rise out of bed ready for the day ahead.
Later after a breakfast of cold oatmeal, I put on clothing, just my usual green jacket and the white shirt with the green skull to match. I look in the mirror and try my best to smile, the best I can do is a weak short smile. I leave the house, I feel the cold wind blow in my hair as a feeling of dread enters my insides, filling every last piece I of hope I had inside of me as I enter my destination. The house was fairly new, with a stone path that lead me to the glass doors. Just leave now walk away pretend this never happened, I think this to myself as I slowly knock on the doors. Then a tall lean boy my age opens the door, I can never truly see his eyes behind the dark triangular glasses he wears but even then I can see the worry and dread in his face.
"Hello English", said the voice of Dirk Strider.
He tried his best to smile, we stand there for about a minute or so, until finally I say something to stop the dead quite. "How are you feeling old chap?" I say in a calm voice hoping to lift the spirit. He looks off into the distance before answering, "like nothing but a dead piece of crap". . . It had only been two DAYS since the incident. Nothing feels real, like life is falling out of my reach. Dirk pulls me out of my thoughts by saying "come in it is really cold out."So I did. And all the events from the last two days come rushing into me, the dread was so heavy I thought I was going to fall.
