At My Kitchen Sink

Think Things On The Brink Of Blasphemy

I sat down at my usual lunch table, where I am isolated. Nobody wants to sit with me, the ugly insane emo. I'm on the verge of tears that somebody saw my cuts and scratches.

I open my book to where I left off.

My catastrophe,
At my kitchen sink
You don't know what that means.
Because a kitchen sink to you
Is not a kitchen sink to me

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I slammed my book shut. I turned around. It was that Josh kid. I nearly melted at the sight of him.

I shook it away. He was another human. All he would do was hurt me. All I can do is hurt myself.

"Hey, Tyler. How are you?"

He sat down after a moment of silence.

"We have science together next period."

I simply nodded.

"What are you working on there? May I see?"

Why not? He saw everything else. I nudged it toward him.

He flipped through, and as he read the words his eyes find with tears. I yanked it back. Crying brought attention. I hated attention.

"S-sorry..."

He looked at me. "No, I'm sorry. Are those songs?"

I nodded.

"Can you sing me one?"

"N-not here. Not n-n-now."

"Would you like to come over later?"

I nodded fiercely. There was something about this boy.....

Over his shoulder, he said, "Okay, friend?"

Authors Note

Sorry if this is horrible
Also I'm bad at authors notes so I'm going to stop.