Starless Nights

• M o r p h i n e •

Levi ~

Inhale.

The reason no one knows who I am is because I don't know either. The question 'who are you?' forces its way into my mind as I ponder over and over. Day by night. Dawn to dusk.

Who am I?

Well, I'm nobody important. I go on just as a regular human. I breathe like one, talk like one and act like some. So, in reality, I'm just a human with problems. I react to the world differently like the many, but few people are like me.

We're the kind who's depressed.

I go home to nobody everyday; I live alone. My parents died years ago and the only support system I have is the house they left behind. My family wants nothing to do with me so they keep paying my mortgage and bills at a safe distance. I never wanted that gunman to choose their car that year, and shoot them both at that red light. I never can forgive someone who kills for nothing yet it means something to other people.

That's why I'm just as fucked up.

Killing myself was an option. I didn't because I thought it would make me just as cowardly as that shooter-killing for nothing. I hated gangs with every nerve in my body. Heck, I hated people in general and that's why I stayed away. I can't even look myself in the mirror because I look too much like my parents.

The dark eyes like my dad, void of emotion and cold. The plump lips like my mom, pink and full. The tan of my skin, showing the mix of both. My medium height, making it harder to hide yet easier to look past.

I decided to finally get up and take a shower. Afterwards, I sighed, throwing on my trusty hoodie and a washed out pair of jeans before putting on black Converses. I grabbed my phone even though it's no use to me. I just read on it or listen to music. It's not like I talk to anyone.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and trotted down to school. It took about half an hour to get there, but it's okay because I get to just observe the daily lives of humans. What's the point of getting up to go out, risking your house and your life all the time? You just do the same actions on repeat until the day you die.

Pathetic.

I slowly glimpsed my school coming into view and I frowned. I hated school yet I always did well. Since everyone sympathizes me, they make sure I always do well. After school I'm in several teachers' classrooms doing extra work so that I can stay a bright student. I hated all the attention that comes with it, but I couldn't complain.

Worthless.

That's all I see when I look at the comparison of me to everyone else. I'm parent-less, depressed, tired and just done. Done with school, done with home, done with family, done with life. Maybe if I ditch this one day, I can be excused. I just want to crawl back under my covers and lie there until I see my parents again.

Never.

I walked back out the gates bumping into someone. I obviously couldn't care who I hit but curiosity got the best of me anyway. I glanced up to see Adam staring at me as if I just hit his favourite puppy (rumoured, he has three). I felt worry surge through me as I noticed the bruise on his collarbone and wondered how he got it. He didn't play sports, that's for sure. He just was those insanely smart people.

"How'd you get that?" I asked with my voice laced with concern. Whether he heard the concern or not, the question definitely struck many nerves.

His eyes widened while stuttering, "Uh, uh...it was a...um basketball accident?" He finished it with a question as if he wasn't sure himself.

Bullshit.

"You don't play sports," I deadpanned.

"It's complicated Levi," he whispered lowly.

"H-how'd you know my name?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

I was shocked. Why would he, of all people, know my name? Was he some psycho stalker that'd kill me in my sleep? Or did he just know because he was student body president?

"Anywho, I'm ditching so bye I guess?" I chuckled dryly.

"Wait..."

"What?" I whined.

"Take me with you, please?"

"Heh sure kiddo, like you ditch school," I jibbed. All was too silent as I looked up again. He was looking everywhere but me and his face was slowly turning red. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, I kinda am."

"Well then, hop aboard the 'ditch this shit' train, destination, the cliffs!"

"Why the cliffs?" He asked.

"You'll see. Now come on before I leave you," I yelled walking away. For once I was a tad bit happy. I had a friend and I get to leave this hell hole for this one day.

Exhale.

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For clarification, some gangs does 'initiation shit' where they give you a task like kill a random stranger or rob a store. His parents were the target I guess so yeah.....

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