If My Heart Stopped Would You Miss Me?

Getting Lost

I thrash around, kicking my legs, screaming. The alarm clock blares and I awake from my nightmares in my mind. Tonight is the night, where I have to leave everyone I love behind. I get out of bed to go wash my face since I was sweating all night. I woke up 3 times this time. I hope when I leave the nightmares will too. I slip downstairs to make breakfast while my dad is probably pissed somewhere in the house. I make cereal and clean up the mess I made so it would look like I was never here. But, that was forgotten when my dad stepped in the room. I was scared... No terrified, I never know what he will do when he is like this. I run out of the room and down the street. He is probably too tired from staying up all night to chase me. I go to my neighborhood park and swing. It is a pretty gloomy day out, it is sprinkling already. I sit there awhile, what should I do on my "last day on earth?" I think swinging is fine. A dad who is overly stressed walks passed with his big dog. He probably worked late last night and then the wife probably had some sort of shopping spree wasting all the days money. I continue on swinging. A little boy walks by looking for someone, probably a girl, his hand over his eyes squinting. A little girl walks up behind him and grabs his shoulders. He jumps around and they hug. They stand in the rain and talk in each other's arms forever. They look like they are in a trance, and I am too, just watching them. They kiss and the girl sprints back home while the boy walks back with a smile on his face. I wish I had a love like that.
Great, I'm jealous of a 13 year olds relationship. They look closer than I ever have been with my boyfriends. I continue to swing while it starts to pour and no one passes by any more besides cars in a hurry. This is my sad life that I will no longer live tomorrow.