Yesterday

Gone Away.

It was just like yesterday. Everything seemed to the normal. I lay on my bed looking at the ceiling, which was pale white. I had nothing to image, but yesterday. Nothing to think of. My arid thoughts sunk into my soul, freezing me. I couldn't breathe for a second, but it's alright now. I sigh. I sigh louder and louder. It became quiet. Nothing to hear, smell, see. All you can really do is feel. No talking every happened. My family wasn't the type to talk. No one spoke. Not even to one another.

I pull my bedsheets down a bit to get out of bed, just like I did yesterday. I started my way down the stairs sowly. You didn't hear a sound. I got to the bottom of the stairs and saw mother sit in her favourite chair, just like yesterday. Her black hair sat straight on her back, not one strand out of place. . . Just like yesterday. I looked left and saw father on the couch reading the book that he's been reading since the day I was born. It was like any other day. Especially yesterday.

Just after, I brought myself to the kitchen and looked at the sink. Silence. I expected a water droplet. . . at least once for the first time. I looked in the fridge, there was a lot of food in there. I couldn't choose, so I skipped lunch, just like I skipped breakfast. Yesterday was like today. So bland and perfect. There were no colours in our home. We were the palest family on our block. People called us creepy. Our skin was white as snow and hair, jet black. All of our clothes were either white or black. No colour whatsoever. Now that you think about it, we are sort of weird. I thought this yesterday at the same exact time. Everything went as planned.

I went back upstairs and looked in brother's room. His name is Jacob. I see him sit on his bed, straight as can be and he looked exactly in front of himself. He was staring at the pale, white wall. I wonder what he was thinking of. I go to sister's room. She's Jill. She's laying on the ground, staring straight up at the pale, white wall. I leave her room, closing the door behind me. I go back to my room. I wonder why it's the same thing every single day. I lay in my bed, putting the sheets over me, perfectly and I stare at the pale, white ceiling. Is this really my life? Everything is straight forward. They say everything you have ever been looking for is always right in front of you.

23:23, I looked up-right and saw colour. I get out of my bed slowly, tilting my head to still look at that corner. I climb up onto my nightstand and touch the colour. I fly. I fly into a universe, pitch black, then white, then black, then white. Then, I've died. This did not happen yesterday. Mother comes to my room. I triggered her soul, probably by tilting my head up-right to look at the colour. Where is her facial expression? Nowhere. She lost it. We all did. 23:23, I died. 23:23, I died. 23:23, I died. 23:23, I died. Yesterday, I died. Today. What is tomorrow? Yesterday. Yesterday will always be today. Today is you. You are yesterday.

My name is Julie. I'm eight years old. 23:23.., yesterday. You don't want to be like me. I'm death. I caused you to be here. I'm the reason. I am reason. You're scarred. I was yesterday. When I touched the colour, I saw everything. I understand now. We try so hard to be perfect, but we all have a way to ruin it, dont we? We get mad at ourselves, hoping that we'd die. We pay the consiquences of it all. It's everyone. We kill ourselves, hopes and dreams. I touched light. I touched tomorrow. I touched a new day and I didn't regret a thing. I am proud. Where is society? YOU are society. Perfect is a word only used to one person. Perfect can never be perfect here. 23:23. 23:23. 23:23. 23'23, 23-23* 23%23# 28:23 28: wjnx +%,2 +29 87392 819'- 8ue24'? We live in yesterday. Where is tomorrow?