The End of the Day

Dark clouds hovered over the earth. A storm was coming, even though there had already been one today.

Blue sat on her porch step, staring at nothing. Today had been a bad day. She'd been alone all through school, barely talking to anyone. She only had a limited number of friends, and they sometimes left her to go talk to their multiple friends.

She knew she shouldn't feel so upset, but she did. There were so many storms fighting inside her, that the one outside seemed so tiny. It might bring floods or fallen trees, but Blue felt like the floods had already come and ripped the trees away from the moist earth.

She knew how to deal with these feelings though. She could play her bass- no, it was at her other house. She could sing- but her room isn't soundproof. She bowed her head and laid it in her palms. She stood and went to her backpack on the screened-in part of the porch. She took out her beat-up journal, went back to her step, and started writing.

     "Journal Entry 5/2/17

     Prompt: Emotions, issues, etc.

The sky's falling black and so are my feelings.

Why does it hurt? What did I do?

I'm not mad at them, but I can't find the strength to blame myself.

What did I do to deserve this?

I can't think.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

I can't describe how I feel.

It's like my head has been emptied.

I tried and they can't say I didn't.

It's always so difficult for me...

but it's difficult for everyone else too.

Life's hard,

But sometimes, I feel like mine's worse.

I know it's not.

I have people who like me,

people who love me.

That's more than I can say for some people.

I think I'm done for today.

Thanks, well, anyone.

     - Blue Caldwell"

Blue looked over her new entry and threw it back to her backpack. She looked up at the sky. The rain had started slightly. The storm was almost there. Blue's storm had blown away, calm once again. Tomorrow's a new day; for her and for everyone else. Storms never last forever. Blue smiled and stood, grabbing her things. She opened the door and smiled as she looked back, seeing the faint light of the sun behind dark clouds. It is true that bad things never truly last forever.