My Cliche

Stay yourself

I walk up from the bed as I look around an unfamiliar room, wondering where I am.

'Oh yeah.' I thought sadly as I pull the covers off of me. 'I'm home.'

The smell of fresh lavender fill my nose. It's the same scent I've been smelling for several months now. It's so familiar that it doesn't have its effect on me anymore. Now it smells disgustingly sweet to my nostrils every time I breath in.

I get out of bed and open the blinds only to find the same busy highway surrounded by an empty plain of nearly dead grass and orange reddish dirt. The sun shines brightly through the window piercing my still adjusting eyes. 

" Welcome to Arizona," I say to myself as my face turned more gloomy. "I can only wonder what today will bring."

I pull the second curtain to see if anything has changed in the scenery outside my window. However I find nothing more than more grass, more dirt, the faint outline of mountains in the distance, and the familiar cactus flipping me off as usual.

 "Nope, same thing as always." I say as I chuckle quietly to myself.

I put on my home clothes, then open my bedroom door to the living room. I yawn as I drag myself throughout the room opening all the blinds. With the now brightly lit room I slowly walk to the bathroom to wash up. 

As I wash up, my mind begins to wander off about what life has thrown at me lately. I think back to life in Florida, the hotel that we used to live in, the friends I made at school and at the youth center, and of course Lucy. I turn off the water and look at myself in the mirror. I'm still thaw same to me, but will they remember me back home. I wonder what everyone at the Center or the school is doing now? It's been a couple of months since I've seen them in person, so I wouldn't be surprised if I was forgotten by everyone except my closest friends. And what about the Lucy?  Out of all of my friends, she's still the only one I haven't been about to get in contact with after I left Florida. The last I heard from her she was going to check to see if her house was ok. I haven't been able to get in contact with her after that. I hope she is ok. She probably doesn't even remember me now; its been forever since the last we talked.

That was when I flashback of the dreadful time when Michael destroyed everything I hold dear. I still remember the pounding of rain and the powerful winds that could be heard through the poorly built hotel room. The sheer panic I felt when I saw the destruction of my hometown and the chances could never see my friends again. The grief I felt when I was told that we had to move to Arizona. I kneeled on the ground as sorrow took over me. I covered my face with my hand as tears streamed down my face.

"I just want to go home," I mutter to myself. "I just want everything to go back to normal."

After a few minutes of my breakdown I stand up and look at myself in the mirror. My face is worn out, tired, and my beard grows wildly on my face. But the one thing that frightened me: was my eyes. They stared blankly out into space, the awful sad stare of hopelessness, and they looked so miserable. For the seconds that I was looking at myself, I could barely tell who I was looking at in the mirror. The figure in front of me that had it's gaze fixed on me didn't look like me at all. It looked like a hollow shell of myself with nothing to lose. 

The depressed figure smirked as it spoke with it's dead tone. "So, me what shall we do today?"

I stare down my alter ego and smiled back. "You are not me, and you can't control me." I take my hand and wipe off the fogged mirror to see my real face. My alomand face looked as it always has been; except with less acne and more lively. My beard and mustache cleanly shaved as it hugged the lower parts of my face. My black eyes sparkled in the bathroom lights as I grinned widely. This is how I am; this is who I will stay. The nerdy, black, non-muscley, anime watching, non-athletic guy that everyone knows and loves. Besides, I have someone back home I want to see again and I can't go back looking like bum. She would want to see me again with a smile on my face.I walk out the bathroom with pep in my step and a new drive.

Keep smiling for your friends. Stay happy for your parents. Stay yourself for Lucy.

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A drive in life keeps you moving, a purpose keeps you from losing that drive

I'm back and in full swing. I apologize for taking such a long break from writing; moving to Arizona has been tough for me since I'm now many miles away from my friends. However, thanks to my friend; Spirit_Heart_1218; and her new chapter to her story(you should really go check out it out by the way)she reminded me to get my act straight. So be ready for new chapters to be done for any of my four stories, go check out Spirit, and I will talk to you all later.

-Thewedo