Tap, Tap, Tap.
A boy sits quietly at his desk. Nothing on his mind other than what the teacher is saying, but even then it's all nothing. He hears the teacher talking but he isn't listening. His ears full of white noise and nothingness as his mind wonders in the blank space before him.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
The world flashes for a moment as the boy dives into memories. Some recent, others distant, but the feeling all the same. One second the boy is laughing. The next he is crying. His mind swirling around him. People, places, emotions, swirling and twisting into the nothingness, seemingly meaningless world before him.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
He remembers that he's in class right now, listening to the teacher. The world returns to what he saw before he left, only this time. The room is empty. The teacher sitting at their desk reading papers. And the boy is all alone. He stands and leaves the room.
Step, By, Step.
The boy looks around the halls. The place familiar to him and yet he feels so distant. Feels so alone. And yet the smiling faces around him. His friend and those around them. All are happy. But why not him?
Day. By. Day.
The boy lays in bed trying to think. What should he do to get better. Why was he so screwed up. When will things get better.
Year. By. Year.
The boy wakes up from dreams. Dreams where he feels happy. Dreams that he knows are fake and hopes to a tomorrow that will never come. And yet he chases the feeling.
Why. Why. Why.
The boy sits alone. He has no one. He can't ask for help. The darkness engulfs him. The pain doesn't go away. He can't get better.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The boy thinks back. To when he sits in class. Listening to a teacher. When times were simple. Where the world seemed slow.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The boy has a choice to make now.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Live with the thoughts in his head.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Find someone who would understand him.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone who could fix him. Someone to love him.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Or he could do something stupid.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
And silence his thoughts. And erase his pain.
Tap.
Tap.
Click.
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Scars and the stories they tell
KurzgeschichtenEveryone has scars. Some visible and others hidden beneath the skin, but each and every scar holds a different story. A different meaning to the person with the scar. Scars make us just as much as they break us. Some are caused by others and other s...
