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2:30 am

Another late night.
I don't know what to think. A few months past of that situation I thought I was over it. Yeah I know what you are saying why don't you get over it and shit like that. Pain is long lasting sometimes, and it comes back from time to time. All my thoughts were out the window when I smoked that early morning. I was the beast that I always was. Puffing out the clouds of smoke of the flame burning inside me. It was only a matter of time until I pass out. I could barely here anything although I was blasting music from my radio. It was another one of those nights.
Long and Dreadful.

I wake up the next morning to a sound of a fireworks.
Damn kids pranking people.
I was to lazy to do anything about it, and I didn't want to go to school so I slept the whole day. I don't know what was wrong with​ me at that point in time. To be honest I'm wasting my time however I didn't care then. It was just another day gone by. I slept for about 5 hours and then woke up to go eat. I went to my friend Alice's house to hang out with her. Alice was always a bad influence on me but she helped me out when I needed it. We both "try" not to do anything illegal. Most of the time, yet she made me happy. That was my bond with her.
Until one night.
I was outside running trying to get in better shape, and then I heard to gunshots​ form Alice's house. It was a Lazer show in there, but the fear I had in my mind paralyzed me as I stood in front of her door.

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