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by Caustic_Requiem

by Caustic_Requiem

The upper orbs swirled with hues of baby blue, drowsy heather and milky rose-quartz, lazy cool winds mixed up the hemispheres to procreate hazy drizzle and silver trickles that cascaded lightly and pranced on the multi faceted stage; I walked without a specific direction, ignoring the spectacular sights I congratulated previously. Finding myself attracted to the back of the school building, near the large plastic rubbish bins and where the half pitch was, there were people there: scrawny pale boys with cheap eyeliner defining their lack of sleep, anorexic girls who were clad in broken fishnets and unknown members of a group who wore black hoodies and covered their faces with shadows. A group of clueless skinny blondes were kicking the gravel with their thrift shop shoes and whipped each other with messy dreadlocks as boys shook black-dyed hair to the beat of their music, it was an unbothered-by-life mismatch of humans that cruised through their schooling years.

What a waste, they did not utilise their potential- all the hidden abilities were hidden under the layers of fashion phases and desire to be different. I sighed and joined a kid whose spine hunched over worn-out spinel black Vans, he was grumbling about something and I was curious to find out, I sighed while rolling eyes as I crouched beside him. He did not turn away or look at me whatsoever, typical, they had little to no care about others and ignored the mainstream crowd who were deemed popular, scandalous and petty; he began chipping black nail polish and continued scowling at the messy work, it was a sorry sight- people not paying full attention to the real world and spent their days wasting away in a dark concrete area that was rarely cleaned of the gum they spat. I was tired of it all, I had not the energy to write, to run nor to enjoy the things I used to, everything became a chore- I used to take much enjoyment in interacting with people but nowadays I had become unusually energy-less, no matter who it was. I wished that I could sleep and rest when I needed it and labour away.

I wrote for my her, she was a special case though, she forced me to write- she could be very scary when she wanted to be, I was terrified of being on the receiving end of her so carried on doing as she asked- not accepting half-hearted work, I spent my time writing many pieces over. I despised the rule and control she had over me, she imposed hefty punishments if I failed to reach her expectations. I scowled at the thought of her and flung those unpleasant ideas out of my mind, focusing on the boy beside me I soon became aware of the pain he underwent, I looked at him blankly as tears leaked out of heavy lashes; is was not an uncommon sight here to see people cry, this place was sometimes known to others as being the 'Lair of lamenting', many were spotted with drowsy bloodshot eyes, reddened noses and soft-spoken whispers- while they were a relatively pleasant bunch they were far from being perfect.

I knew I was not going to get anything out of him so I clenched my weak core muscles and attempted to get up, but I could not, cursing my pathetic figure I used my fingertips to elevate myself. Dusting my hands together, I walked out of the area and towards the open area of the Artsy block, dumping my body upon the lichen-infested wooden picnic benches, I sighed once again and softly smiled as the breeze ruffled my untamed hair- there was a pleasant aroma of leafy dampness and artificial paint. The two scents that filled the air and unfurled to remind me of younger days...The upper orbs swirled with hues of baby blue, drowsy heather and milky rose-quartz, lazy cool winds mixed up the hemispheres to procreate hazy drizzle and silver trickles that cascaded lightly and pranced on the multi faceted stage; I walked without a specific direction, ignoring the spectacular sights I congratulated previously. Finding myself attracted to the back of the school building, near the large plastic rubbish bins and where the half pitch was, there were people there: scrawny pale boys with cheap eyeliner defining their lack of sleep, anorexic girls who were clad in broken fishnets and unknown members of a group who wore black hoodies and covered their faces with shadows. A group of clueless skinny blondes were kicking the gravel with their thrift shop shoes and whipped each other with messy dreadlocks as boys shook black-dyed hair to the beat of their music, it was an unbothered-by-life mismatch of humans that cruised through their schooling years.

What a waste, they did not utilise their potential- all the hidden abilities were hidden under the layers of fashion phases and desire to be different. I sighed and joined a kid whose spine hunched over worn-out spinel black Vans, he was grumbling about something and I was curious to find out, I sighed while rolling eyes as I crouched beside him. He did not turn away or look at me whatsoever, typical, they had little to no care about others and ignored the mainstream crowd who were deemed popular, scandalous and petty; he began chipping black nail polish and continued scowling at the messy work, it was a sorry sight- people not paying full attention to the real world and spent their days wasting away in a dark concrete area that was rarely cleaned of the gum the spat. I was tired of it all, I had not the energy to write, to run nor to enjoy the things I used to, everything became a chore- I used to take much enjoyment in interacting with people but nowadays I had become unusually energy-less, no matter who it was. I wished that I could sleep and rest when I needed it and labour away.

I wrote for my her, she was a special case though, she forced me to write- she could be very scary when she wanted to be, I was terrified of being on the receiving end of her so carried on doing as she asked- not accepting half-hearted work, I spent my time writing many pieces over. I despised the rule and control she had over me, she imposed hefty punishments if I failed to reach her expectations. I scowled at the thought of her and flung those unpleasant ideas out of my mind, focusing on the boy beside me I soon became aware of the pain he underwent, I looked at him blankly as tears leaked out of heavy lashed; is was not an uncommon sight here to see people cry, this place was sometimes known to others as being the 'Lair of lamenting', many were spotted with drowsy bloodshot eyes, reddened noses and soft-spoken whispers- while they were a relatively pleasant bunch they were far from being perfect.

"Nothing can bring me down, no retreat when I leave all my fears behind, my future's still alive inside," I began to hum-sing a tune that I used to listen to alot when I was a child-

Wait, where had I heard that from? I was unsure where I had met that melody, I racked my brains in an attempt to think about what it was but everything was blank. Nothing was coming into my flow of thought, I was confused because I typically could find out everything and recall many facts on whim. I became irritated, nothing was happening.

Everything was blank.