Chapter Eight: At Peace.

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It has been 10 days since I returned to school. Everything seemed great.
My two friends and I are becoming closer and I'd never dreamed of being so happy in school.
I sketch a lot. So much that I've decided to keep a "sketch-a-day" book which I carry everywhere with me. I have kept it up for three days, these recent few however, those sketches are the best. I have less inspiration, less motivation.
I'm feeling exhausted now, especially in school. An old friend asked me if I was ok, said that I looked fed up, and I replied with "I'm really fed up" because it's true.
Last weekend was an odd one, but relaxing nonetheless. I came home from school on the Friday. My mom asked if i wanted to go to youth club, which I replied with "Not this week." And I walked upstairs peacefully and sat on my bed, sinking into my 'I want to be alone' faze. So all throughout the rest of Friday, Saturday and Sunday morning, I stayed in my room. I lay in bed all Friday night and read Fanfiction on wattpad while listening to two twenty one pilots albums; Blurry Face & Vessel. It was nice and relaxing.
On Saturday I lay in bed for the majority of the morning. Eventually, I got dressed and sat by the window. Quietly, I began to play ukulele. I did this for about an hour or two, for some reason I felt at peace throughout that alone time.
After playing ukulele, I sat my computer chair next to the window and stared at the trees. I stared at the grass and the birds. It was beautiful. I ate then decided to draw. Nothing special, just a tree.
Those three days were like my meditation time and recovery. From what? Everything. The stress of being alive.
I honestly never thought that I could be so centred and calm.

Having moments alone is important. You need time to yourself, to recuperate and to find yourself again.

So now, I will sit by my window, and watch the night sky change its shades and blanket the earth with a comfort that nothing else could give. I'll watch the stars pop out to show off their light and to watch over us all, making sure that we stay safe throughout the darkness.

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