Shards of Past Experiences

Static.

They were bound to die,
or that was what they
wished for.
But they never knew
a stranger shared
that dream.

They were perfect strangers.
He was socially awkward and quiet,
he thrived on pain and self loathing.
She had a bad attitude,
she cried too much,
and spent her time alone.

They attended the same school.
Both of them stood out
in the worst way.
And after a while,
both were forced into
group therapy.

There were three of them.
The third was a girl;
she was small and round,
and she had anxiety.
The girl knew her,
once upon a dream.

The first session started with introductions.
The boy was named Julie.
The other girl was Ana,
Then there was me.

We didn't talk much,
it was mostly mumblings
and the occasional talk of
music and fandom.
I tried to focus on the conversation,
but I was more focused on Julie.

His face looked so delicate,
covered in thick black hair,
eyes a mysterious shade of brown.
He would glance in my direction,
causing me to look away,
but my eyes would always return.

He sat with his feet together,
looking uncomfortable and nervous.
I wanted to help him,
but I didn't want to overstep.
Ana was a little chatterbox,
her voice irked me to no end.

When the session ended
we shuffled out into the crowded
corridor; avoiding physical contact
we hung close to the walls.
I watch him as he walked,
like a ghost, he melted into the crowd...