I don’t think that I've ever moved in my life. California is where I was born and raised. Rockmore, New Jersey is the place I will be living. Well, at least that’s what the GPS says. Did I forget to mention that we’re driving there? That’s 2,801 miles: aka 42 hours in an enclosed space with my Mom, Donna. There’s nothing wrong with my mom, she’s just pushy.
“Hey, Sugar Bug, you hanging in there alright?”
She’s asked this question 13 times now.
“Yeah Mom, just like I was 10 minutes ago.”
She’s said it so many times I can quote her response by now: ‘Okay, Honey, just making sure.’
“Okay, Sweetie, just making sure.”
So close, but she had to break out the sweetie card.
“Okay, Mom.”
And just like that I’m back to being alone. I have no siblings to keep me company, and certainly no Dad. All I have is my cat, Widow, but she’s no fun to talk to. The only thing I can do is be alone. Music, Music helps the lonely feeling go away. I hum along to the lyrics I know by heart.
“Fall into my mattress endlessly
I need to run, just let me sleep
Then the nightmares come that feel so real
Seems the darkness weighs it down
The later on, the more it pounds
And in the morning I'll make cereal”
I close my eyes and let the music engulf me. I can’t think of anything right now except the lyrics, and to be honest that’s the way I like it.
I hate how complex my thoughts are, how I can go from being happy to going into my spiral of depression.
I have no hope left for the world; I have no hope left for me.
One day my life will flash before my eyes and I’ll be gone. Death is the only thing in life we know is going to happen. The smiles, clouds, music and everything like that, is just a distraction.
I’m supposed to have a positive outlook, but what’s the point of having a positive outlook in a negative world. You hear it everyday you don’t open up the newspaper and see tales of firemen rescuing cats from trees, you see the list of kidnappings from your area.
“Hey Hun, we’re just about there.”
I don’t bother with a response. She already knows I don’t care.
We’re going to live in some apartments I don’t even know the name of, and I absolutely don’t care. I know we’re only going to live there until something better comes along. That’s the problem with Humanity, we’re always looking for something better.
I notice that the moving van isn’t here yet so we only have sleeping bags and clothes.
This could be the start of something good, or the part two to my already depressing life. The sad part is I think I know which one it’s going to be.
“The world's coming to an end
What's the point if we can't be friends?
Pick me up from dungeon's ferris wheel
Getting lost inside my head
Not too long 'til we're all dead
And in the morning I'll make cereal”
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Life is Death
Ficción GeneralThis is a story I'm working on. There are a lot of Cavetown lyrics in this. I do not own any of the Cavetown lyrics or songs. I did however make the characters, those are mine. Feel free to use them just please credit me.
