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Staring at the screen watching the words roll by in the conversation. Tears stuck from falling down the already wet cheeks at each word that is said, is it true could it be true.... Sun is gone the moon is gone the night is black, blackest of nights, cold chills throughout the house I cant move not even a finger to type a reply to Anyone who said a thing... To even answer the phone to those who ring. I'm dead to the world staring at the words that stopped, rolling over the screen the conversation was dead as dead as I.
Where am I? The sun is out, hardness against my cheek with a groan sitting up noticing I fell asleep eventually at the computer screen the keys imprinted into my cheek the dreaded heart breaker of a Conversation still flashing in the soreness pits that are my eyes. Turning away sliding down my hand gose the main power off 'click' off the computer goes the power gone the conversation with the night before the pain that brought the tears that are gone... New day, A new start.
Streching, blank in my mind no thought no feeling... Bliss compared to the night before and the pain that was felt... Standing to being trudging up the stairs to the room we often shared, yet I dont remember! I should be in tears again, why arent I? I dont, I cant feel anything towards him, us, what was. Changing not noticing, not caring what I was placing on my body that I once cared for the day before. Time for the school that time of day came again as every other day days that had meaning. Leaving the house walking the familier path that I walked everyday even without school to get to HIS. Hair over face hidden what lays behind the eyes to the world and to the eyes that stare with a life that mines had, is now lost...
The sparkle that was once there with the thought of him is gone the sparkle of happiness and life... Vanished... Forever...
Would it ever come back would it ever be that I come out of the state of mind that I was put into with that conversation after so long I knew it was coming yet I was affected by it maybe life will get better like every other time. But for now its dead... Dead no other words or ways to say it but that...
Dead!
- by DarkMouseGaze |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 08/10/2008 |
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- Title: Change (Dead)
- Artist: DarkMouseGaze
- Description: of a girls change of somthing thought so presciose and what can happen to those who go throught it. It can applie for boys but this is of a girl
- Date: 08/10/2008
- Tags: change dead fate love
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