Addict With a Pen

Chapter II

I finally made my way out of the darkness of my room, one cannot simply survive off of air. So i made my way into my kitchen. It is small and neat, except for a glass in the sink. The only noise in the room is the small echoes of water droplets from the faucet. It is painful to listen to. So I made my way over to it and turn the handle only slightly to silence the pitter of the droplets. I drag my body over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water from one of the otherwise empty shelves. I open it and close the fridge as quietly as I can. I take a small sip the water hydrating my chapped lips. As soon as I swallowed I was instantly filled with what i can only call regret. My body rejecting it immediately. Not to the point of puking, no, I haven't eaten or drinken enough to cause that. Instead my stomach screamed and ached. I put the water down placing a hand over my stomach.

I slowly made my way over to my room. Empty, in pain and, emotionally overloaded. I looked out the window it was dark out now. There was a lovely bridge only five minutes down the road. I could take a walk out to it. I don't know why but that sounded like a good idea. So for the first time in a while I was going outside. I didn't feel anxious like i usually would. Something else was taking over, an overwhelming need to go to the bridge. So I didn't stop it i simply followed along.

As soon as I stepped outside i was hit with a chill. I hadn't considered how cold it would be. My arms were within moments filled with goosebumps. I didn't shiver though, I simply ignored it. Still in my white tee shirt and black sweatpants and black vans, I made my way to the bridge. It was not as quiet outside as it was in my room, which agitated me, but i didn't turn around. My legs were on autopilot as I continued to think.

I became numb to the cold now as my vision became blurry, not in a way that i was going to black out but in a way that made it almost impossible to know what I was going to do next. I hated the noise of the cars driving by. I hated being away from my room. I hated how dependent I was on the pen in my pocket. I hated myself. I hated my depression. I hated being here. I hated my life. I hated that it might go on. I hated the thought of waking up tomorrow. I hated the goddamn noise. Shut Up! QUIET!

That's when the blur faded. And i was met with a river below my view. Standing on top of the railing of the bridge. A burst of wind beckoning me to go. It's time. I need to let go. Soon it will be quiet. Soon it will be over. I was sliding my hand away from the railing. It was time for me t-

"If you had a time machine would you go back in time to travel the future and what would you do?" I looked back at the mysterious voice that had interrupted my silent screaming. It was a boy around my age. I looked at him a moment. His face showed sincerity. Almost like he couldn't see what I was doing. His eyes were hard to see due to how small they were. It almost looked like he was squinting.

"What?" I soon ask my voice shaky and shy. Unsure of why he was stopping to ask me such a seemingly meaningless question. But his face softened and he smiled slightly.

"Sorry let me restate that. If you had a time machine would you travel back in time or would you travel to the future and what would you do?" I was shocked. His smile never fell. I bit my lip, looking back at the river i thought I was going to go into, then back at this strange man. Suddenly he held his hand out to me. That's when it happened, something took over again, this time it was not the same depressive spirit, it was something different. I'm not sure what but I followed with it. I grabbed his hand as i jumped down. Only to look down at my shoes. He didn't let go of my hand, he only stared at me with his squinty eyes. Then he began to walk and for some unknown reason I followed.

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