Life stood still. His eyes represented death itself. His casted heart took the final blow to kill his hope and emotions.
Chiseled jawline clenched in anger, slowly loosening to a blank faced demeanour.
A single tear escapes his closed eye, betraying him.
His face showed no emotion.
He looked calm and relaxed, but we all knew it was all a wall.
I couldn't see over it anymore. I was shut out and tossed aside.
His life took a turn for the worst.
Drugs, alcohol, one night stands and no sleep.
He spiralled down into depression. Symptoms of schizophrenia arose. He saw hallucinations of it. Of her. Seeing her lifeless and limp body hanging from every tree or lamppost at night.
He started fighting, losing family, friends. But I stood here for him. And he never saw me. I was invisible to his changed mind.
We were friends, the best of mates. Meeting in pre-school going through high school and half way of collage. But one day. He snapped.
He yelled at me. Cursed. Three things. Next morning, he was at the bottom of the clock tower. Looking as though a bulldozer ran him over. He had jumped.
We all lost him. I. I lost him.
With his girlfriends suicide arose his and adventully... Mine.
It was not my story that we needed to read. It was hers.
Annabeth then James then me.
Just look closer.
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This was a little story I came up with a bit ago. I think I should rename this to my outlet book. Anyways.
Byee xxx stay strong.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
