Black | lrh

Chapter 5

"Go for it Leigh!" a young voice shrieked from a distance. Heaps of people were watching me with their eager eyes; some curious, hopeful and disapproving. The warm summer breeze caressed my cheeks and my small young hands, sweating from anticipation.

The monkey bars; the biggest feat of our school. To conquer the monkey bars, I'll be accepted and make friends. It's the biggest achievement a six-year-old can make.

The cheering from the crowd grew louder, piercing my sensitive hearing and making my uneasy head throb. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. My heart beats hard inside my small chest. All eyes are on me. Watching. Waiting.

Focussed on the monkey bars, I take a deep breath in and try to calm myself. And then I jump.

I grab onto the monkey bars with both my hands, my right hand grasping the bar firmly, giving me false hope as my left hand falters and slips from the bar. Gravity instantly yanks my body down from my lack of upper body strength, forcing my hand to let go of the bar. It seems like time has stopped still as I fall to the ground so slowly, relentlessly. The further I fall, the more I realise I have lost my chance of friends. I have lost my chance of surviving school. The world just seems so black.

My body hits the ground with a loud thud. The wind in my lungs comes rushing out from the impact. My wrist beneath me softening the impact instantly lets out a sharp stabbing sensation accompanied with a loud sounding snap. It throbs and stings, sending me deep into excruciating pain. But none of that matters now. No one will come to help me off the hard ground. No one will be my friend.

The world around me cloaks itself in a grey tinge. My vision blurs before I see nothing but blackness. Terrifying, haunting, ruthless blackness accompanied with the laughter of all my classmates around me. I will never be freed from the blackness that haunts me, attacking my mind, shrouding my heart. My heavy jet black heart.

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Glancing up to the clock hung upon the living room's wall, I sigh. It's only eleven in the morning and I am so bored. There is absolutely nothing to do in the house. I have never felt boredom like this before. Normally there would be chores to be done or videos to be watched and even homework to be completed but not today. Not on this very plain and average Saturday. And to make it even more exciting, I don't have a job, so that's more time to myself. Therefore, I have more time to lounge around and do literally nothing but breathe.

I leisurely stretch my legs as I stand up from the couch, letting out a long loud yawn. Walking up the stairs to my room yet careful not to roll my weak ankle, I continue yawning from the boredom that consumes my mind. Flopping myself onto my soft welcoming bed, I let out a huge sigh. What am I supposed to be doing today? It's so boring. Shuffling around to grab my phone out of my pocket, I grab it out and unlock it to browse the internet. I scroll through Tumblr and Twitter before I start losing my sanity in complete and utter boredom.

"Argh!" I moan in frustration, throwing my face into my pillow. Maybe I'll venture out the house and into the wilderness of the vast open world. How exciting. At least it's better than sitting on my arse all day contemplating what I'll be doing for the next twenty-four hours.

I throw myself off my bed and snatch the house keys off my bedside table before rushing out the house. I need to get away from this place for the day. This boredom has already consumed me enough; I don't want to turn myself into a mindless vegetable. Shutting the front door and checking to see if it's locked, I begin walking in the opposite direction to school where the main streets of the city is located.