Eternal Youth, Eternal Love

Black and White

I couldn't understand it at first, why two people, so deeply in love, could fall this far apart. My once beautiful life became a shrine of silent conflict.

She sighed as I walked into the room, my own Mother, almost depressed when she remembered that she has a child. Her face was stained with crisp, clear tears, imprinted on her skin.

The door flew open and David walked in, taking Mum by the collar, "where have you put it?" He demanded, his eyes narrowing on her, "please, not in front of the child" Mum begged as she gestured me out of the room and closed the door, thinking it would act as a sound barrier so I couldn't hear them screaming at each other. I was sick of it. I was sick, so sick of it. I ran into my room and lay across my bed as I broke down In tears, I hated this, the arguing, the loneliness, everything.

I wanted to run away. So far away that the screaming couldn't find me. Wild and free like an elegant bird in flight.

The screaming grew louder, the floor shook as if it was scared too, I placed my hands over my ears, make it stop, it grew louder. Please make it stop. I shut my eyes and wished. I wished to be away from here. Somewhere, I couldn't be found. The screaming grew louder.

I wish.....
I wish.....
I wish.....

And then there was silence.