Dying
Dying
The night outside was cold. So very, very cold…
I was sure I would freeze to death this time, and that I would regret it.
Regret that I left home without saying a word, just because I couldn’t stand my own life.
Regret that my life in just half a year became a blood sucked, violent and addicted world.
I slide down the wall I was leaning against.
I stared down my weak bony body. I grinned sarcastically. The only good thing that happened to me the last half year was that I wasn’t fat anymore…
I was now a living skeleton.
My once so shiny green eyes I was so proud of were now dull lying deep in my skull.
Under them thick purple rings on my ill looking white skin.
My hair was messy and full of knots.
My last shower…well I don’t remember… I must smell like a garbage dump…
And I was sure that my teeth and all the rest of my body didn’t look well either.
I looked up in the clear, dark sky, seeing stars twinkle as if they were joking about poor me.
A plan crossed the sky, and I thought for the first time about what would happen to my dear friend.
Was he alright?
Did he do good at his exams?
Or was he just like always lying around lazily.
Well, I really regretted that I never told him that I loved him.
But oh well, since I’m going to die here anyway…after I would close my eyes the cold would run me over and all that will be left of me on earth will be my dead body.
No soul to stay behind.
There was no such a thing as ‘Afterlife’ for me…
I just didn’t belive that crap.
There was no soul inside of me. My personality came from my brain.
I closed my eyes, knowing I would never open them again.
Eigentlich soll das mal ne ganze story werden...;-) wenn ihr wollt kann ich aber weiterschreiben^^
