𝙝𝙞𝙢.

𝟣: "𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉"

"ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢"

"Hey! Watch where you're going fucking bitch, you almost made me spill my drink", he pushes me hard enough for me to fall onto the cold tiled floor. My eyes watch him as he walks away along with his group of friends away... As soon as he's out of sight I shakily get up from the floor and stand in the hallway still as a statue. I direct my eyes towards the clear window on the side and see many students out and enjoying their time. They all seem so...perfect in a sense of having a bright aura and always managing to keep that joyful look on their face. Watching them gives me a desire often, a desire or a wanting to somewhat be like them. To not be afraid like them to face their fears, to not stay hidden in the darkness and to step out of the dark and see the brighter side of what life is really meant to be. I don't want to be a waste of living, or an extra life that has no purpose, I don't want to be invisible or considered as one. I truly have many desires to shine and to have that life...but that life's not for me. I pull my hood on and make sure it covers most of my face before I make my way to class. As I enter, I look at all the vibrant colors and works of other students hanging on the walls and the board. The professor is already sitting on his desk and reading his book, the usual. He doesn't even need to acknowledge my presence anymore, considering I'm the only one who bothers to come here everyday, same time. I take a deep breath and walk into the colorful atmosphere. I grab a few pencils that are sitting in a pot labelled "student use only" in capital letters. I sit at the same spot I've been sitting for the last 4 years. I pull out my small sketch journal and start thinking of an inspiration or possible idea for me to use. My fingers hug the pencil and start moving on their own...