I walked down the sidewalk observing my souroundings looking at how happy everyone looked. Why couldnt i be as happy as them? Why couldnt i look at someone and laugh? I continued to my apartment with no emotion. I stopped abruptly to grab my purse from around my shoulder to grab my phone and headphones. I plugged my headphones in and went to my music and put it on shuffle, 'settle down' by the 1975 came on and i instantly smiled. I kept my phone in my hand and coninued walking. The weather was a so and so, it wasnt too hot and it wasnt to cold, it was a bit windy, but i didnt mind i was used to that weather. I live in Seattle. I always have and for that i have grown to like this weather.
When I reached my apartment complex i took my headphones out as i walked through the door and i stuck both my headphones and phone back in my purse. I wallked over to the stairs and walked up all the way to the third floor. When i reached my floor i took out my keys and unlocked my door. I walked straight in slamming the door behind me setting my purse on the table,slipping my shoes of and grabbing out my phone from my bag. I walked over to the tv grabbing the remote turning it on, the news instantly popped up giving todays weather. it wasnt even 10:00 yet. Well almost.
I walked into the kitchen grabbing my glass from the countertop and filling it up with some tap water, gulping it down. I set my glass down turning on my phone and going through my text messeges,
[new message]
Derek- hope you feel better, im sorry that happened:/
i smiled and closed out of my messages. i turned my phone off and i walked to my room collapsing on my bed landing on my stomach. I turned over to lay on my back and look at the ceiling. My thoughts led to the man that i encounterd today. Why could such a handsom man have such a nasty attitude. It mayed me intrigued by him. The way his jaw was perfectly lined, his face clear as silk, the way his veins popped out from his neck when he yelled. I wanted to see him again, but not how it was this morning. Where we got to name to name basis. I cant deny the fact he was going to be on my mind alot, and i didnt even know his name.
i got up from my bed after a couple of miniutes later and walked to my little table grabbing my journal, then sat back down on my bed. I opened my journal up to where i had left my pencil in. If i couldnt talk might as well write my words. Well i could talk, i just chose not to for so long i had lost my voice. I dated the top page '2/24/14' and i started to write. I wrote about the man but mostly how i felt. I felt myself sketching out his face. Getting every important aspect of his face.
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Silence
Teen FictionWhat was lost was never found and what was had couldnt be used.