Reborn

Drained

1345 Oakland Drive

Samael rushes to his room, he looks around for the damn thing he threw in his room. "Where is it?" he whispered to himself as he rushes and flips through his bed covers. His eyes glimpse at the shiny necklace and puts it around his neck. "There we go, OK I'M READY!" he yells as he runs downstairs to the entrance of his home. "You made us late for that stupid necklace?" retaliates his brother Michael. Samael smirks thinking making his brothers wait for such a thing is actually quite funny. "Lock the door and let's go," Michael says with such an annoyance in his breath.

As they walk to school, Samaels past begins to haunt him. Every experience he had ever felt, his pain, his trauma, his misery, he bows his head in gloominess and ignores his brothers talk. The thoughts begin to haunt him, "Faggot, Gaylord, kill yourself, idiot." "Do you ever learn? Making friends with people is the most useless thing ever, all they're gonna do to you is use you and throw you away like they always do you know that." Samael thinks to himself as he walks continuously, "Your life is a never ending paradox, you do the same thing every day and live the same life, you move here and there but what's the point, everyone was right, just end it and it'll be over." No matter what he does the thoughts keep coming back, it's like he has to, no matter how hard he puts off to the side of his head, the thoughts don't leave him alone. 

He puts his earphones in to tune out his brothers obnoxious rambling. "Let's see," he thinks to himself as he looks up to examine the sky, "Grey clouds, looks like 'Through the Eyes of a Child,' by Aurora Aksnes will have to do." He shifts his music intently and imagines his life in the music scenario. He continues to walk, feeling the cool autumn breeze hit his face, as he walks by a bush, he extends his hand to feel the early morning dew drops that have formed. Every step he analyzes it as if it were his first time. His eyes closed shut as he still holds his younger brothers hands contently. His finger tips getting as cold as ice but he still feels alive. Its as if he's in his own wonderland. With his open left hand, he follows the melody of music he hears as if nothing can stop him.

"Samael can you walk faster, the doors are opening!", his younger brother nags as he tugs on his sweater. They finally reach the entrance of the door way, "Ugh, children, how awful, I hate them all," Samael thinks to himself. His younger brother waves good bye and he smiles back. 

"I didn't even notice Michael leave," he says to himself as he walks to school. 

He shifts to another song, 'Soft Universe' by Aurora, and again his mind wanders into the place that is freedom, the scent of air again fills his lungs, his brown eyes, amazed by the clarity of water droplets, blue jays rush by as well crows. "I wish I can fly as high as them, so I don't have to live here anymore, so I can fly away and be free," he thinks to himself,"Another useless dream I suppose." 

He sees his school only 20 feet away from him, "Here we are, the pain that is school, 'Another day another migraine' as Squidward would say" he says to himself with a little chuckle. He walks in the doors and drops his bag on the table so the security can look through it, "Why do you need to search through my bag," he says angered, "If I had a weapon I would've used it the second I entered." He grabs his bag off the table and walks to his first-period class, Art, the place not even himself felt more uncomfortable.

"Oh God, tell me she's not here, I want one day without her here," he prays in his head. His mind shifts, "Woah, what, what that.." he says to himself, as the air turns heavy, "It's like I can't even breathe.." His head looks up, and his eyes catch a gaze, a guy, a guy in black clothing passes him by, his head looking down but as he looks up, his eyes as grey as ice. Clutching onto his backpack, Samael rushes down the stairs, the air stills, and his breathing returns to normal. "Who was he, is he new ?" he thinks to himself. The only remanence was his cold grey eyes, peeking through his black hair, "Who was he ?" was the only question in Samaels god forbidden head.