Illusive Mind's

Illusions

He looks up and looks to his right, then his left and looks behind him. With just sudden movement he opens the white gated door with the paint slightly rusted and slightly rusted door nob. He sighs and opens the white door to his house and carefully opens it enough to pass through, he walks to an edge just a few centimeters from the door edge and in front of him was a set of stairs going to the basement, to his left was leading to his home, so he opened the door and walked up two stairs and closed the white solid door leading outside on the way then closed the same plastic white door that leads him to his room. He opened his door room and cough and looked down and put a fist held to his mouth. He then let it go and let the hand by his side. He closed the door and pushed the chair slowly and softly. He hesitated and walked down his room to the open door leading to his hallway. He walked and sneaked slowly looking and hoping for his father to be on his phone laying on the couch, usually laying down facing him in the corner of the living room. Unfortunately, he wasn't there, he looked and sighed again. He looked to his left and saw the drug cabinet open and saw papers on the bar table. He didn't bother and walked back down the hall just a few feet reaching his parent's room just a few centimeters diagonal of his room. He opened and the light was off, something green spooked him just a few centimeters in front of him and turned on the light but it was just his father's dirty clothes. He hoped for something different, he felt lonely in the house now knowing that he's the only one in the house. Past his humility he consciously just gave up and turned off the light and closed the door and walked to his room. He looked at his computer and tried to take a breather, but he couldn't help but feel misery and emptiness. He reached for his jacket to put over his sweater and walked back outside from where he came from and got a lounge chair and sat outside looking up to the sky. The sky got darker, the noises became fainter and life became more conscious of himself. He took deep breathes and all he could think of was his phone. He took out his phone and looked onto his notifications "-4:49" he said softly in the cold. His voice scolded him and took a soft breather again. He realized he got no texts, he never got a text in a while. But all he has ever felt was broken and alone. Whether he got any or not. He sighed and got up quickly and put back the lounge chair and went back inside his home. He took a deep breath and took off his jacket after locking the door and toss the jacket on his chair. " Man if only my life wasn't so shit every day... I'm practically made to feel like this every day. I'm not surprised. It's not every day you see someone feeling like shit all over again." he said softly to himself. With the window open he felt  a bit cold, so he got up and went to the window and put it a little more down to allow less air in. He sighed and wasn't hungry. He usually was hungry but this afternoon he knew what he was coming home from school too. Either his father in the living room and himself in the room. Or a house with nobody in it, with no food and his own mind to haunt him how many people he talks to at school and how many never cared about his life. Its just a basic day of his life. /11:18/16