I'm not quite sure of what I'm seeing, everything is blurry. It hurts to open my eyes, but they can't seem to stay closed. It's morning already, I hear my aunt cooking breakfast in the kitchen as I stare at the ceiling, holding my breath once in a while till my lungs force me to breathe. Is that what death is like? Like those breathless moments that leave my mind to fall into nothingness?
I get up and take a shower, the water is way too hot, but I don't feel like doing anything about it, so I leave it be. Afterwards, I take way too long fixing my hair, trying to find a sense of normality, something that may distract people from my eyes.
I put on my nice clothes, the ones that make me feel more like a person.
You look like shit. OH REALLY? I DIDN'T KNOW. Wowy, calm down, man. Hair's looking good tho. *Sigh* Sorry, and thanks. You're supposed to be the calm one, so just take a deep breath. We both know what happens when you lose it. Yeah, yeah, calm down, ok? I'm not letting that happen again.
The boy with the bright red hair barely stopped me that night. All that is left from that night is memories and a dislike for medicine. In a month and a half, it would've been our anniversary. I was writing a song. I'll just have to sing it to a picture, but that's not so bad.
It feels so weird not sending him a good morning message.
Love, AD
