I should hate my mom. I mean, she's the one who drive me to this. She broke me. But right now, i feel nothing. Numb. This is what i wanted. Why i take the drug.
I sign in releaf.
My pain gone, at lest for a little while.The music from down stairs was still blasting.
How am I suppose to get any sleep?
I looked at the clock laying on my
nightstand.
"Shit!" I screeched.
2:19! It's 2:19 in the morning and i have school tomorrow! I jumped to my feet and open my door. Wow, i thought as I looked at the sight in my hallway.
There shoved up against the wall, was the person i call mom, with her tongue shoved down some dudes throat. I shook my head, walking past them, ignoring the mess in the living room until i reached the door.
For some reason, it felt like this was the last time I'd walk through this door.
It felt like a silent goodbye.
Your not that lucky. Right, I'm not.
I slammed the door even though no one heard our over the music. It just made me feel better.
I start walking down the streets, unknown to where i was going.
It was cold out, the sky was cloudy. Fall had always been my favorite time of year, not because my names Autumn. Yea, i know, weird. Fall always reminded me of change.
A course i wanted my life to take, but i guess God hates me.
"This worlds a cruel place," i whisper.
The wind blow hard, almost knocking me of the sidewalk. "You haven't seen all of it."
I spun around expecting to see somone but nothing was there. I looked around, building and lights and..nothing. I'm going crazy.
Crazy isn't so bad.
I shook my head and continued walking. I walked for about an hour until i reached a place i was very familiar with. The public park. I walked over to the old metal bench and say down. The cold touch of the bench woke me a little.
The park was quite, everyone gone. In the daylight this place was a sight to see. Beautiful gardens, pond and tress with there falling leaves. This was my favorite place in the world.
Right now the park looked enchanted. The moonlight shone on the pond, leaving rays on the flowers.
I lay down on the bench, my body growing tierd. Sleeping on a park bench, how pathetic. My tears ran down my checks as i close my eyes.
I curl up in a ball, trying to block out the cold.
This is who you are, who you'll always be. Nothing.
Drowsiness took over, my eyes drifting. Mind wondering, losing focus....but not before i heard a whisper...
"You are meant to be more."
But i was to far into sleep to care.
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Falling leaves
Fantasy"Who are you"? I asked His eyes stayed steady, watching my every move. "Darick, my name is Darick." He said. I ignored the way his pink lips moved in harmony while he spoke. My mind racing, my thoughts cramped in my head. "What are you," i asked. "A...
