Shadows

Blood

Nikko

I didn't have the guts. I wasn't able to give  her the bag. Typical Nikko. I walked into my house and was immediately intoxicated from the smell of steak drifting in the air. After dinner I crawled up to bed. I lied down motionless. My eyes shifted towards the corner of my room where they found the bag, her bag. I crept over it and pulled out the note book . I flipped through the  pages stunned that there were 5o or more completely filled-out pages. Then I stopped at one that wasn't done and read the words

"Life sucks. Life doesn't care. No one cares. I hate life. All it gives me is people who tease me. I've        never had anything to be proud of or anyone one to love me."

I froze, I couldn't speak . The girl who i liked, whom I thought was the happiest person in the world, was suffering so much? I wanted to be with her right now. I wanted to gaze up at the stars. I knew that I would have the guts to give it back tomorrow. My eyes finally gave up and I dozed off. Thats what life was like it was tragic but beautiful. But thats just when it started. I started seeing hazy images in my sleep but they became clearer with every night. Images of death and sorrow... and shadows haunted my sleep. I was just starting to get what would be known as the end of color and love.

 I went to school the next morning and couldn't stop thinking of the night before. The teachers were worried and my friends called me depressed. They didn't know what I was going through. I was ready to kill everyone in that room and tye-dye my shirt with their blood. But thats exactly what it wants. Whatever created this godforsaken disease. It was hoping that people like me would finally snap and turn against their friends. I knew better. In the next few weeks stories on the news arose of people going insane and killing people. Just today a kid went psycho and stabbed the teacher in the throat with a pen. Schools around the world advised that children stay in their homes until this blows over. But I know it won't.