HALFWAY POINT


I sit in my (very untidy) room, staring at the empty suitcase in front of me. the world is eerily quite as i reflect over the past couple of months….

THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN… wow

My phone goes off, the ringtone breaking the perfectly still silence that engulfed my thoughts.

# ‘CALLER ID – MAX’

CRAP!

iv’e been avoiding his call all summer. he probably wants to know what room to register us in at school.

if only he knew…

i am not the same person he knew from befor the summer.

the things that i have been through…

Dennis…

Arya…

.

Midas…

All dead now.

And it was all my fault.

if i hadn’t – NO there is no point lingering on the past. Look ahead look foward.

What shitty school year im i about to experience.

i decide that i have to start packing sometime, now is as good as ever.

looking into my closet, hanging there, my suit… it used to be blue, now all that remains of it are the scorched black torso, the sleeves were sacrificed in the battle…

so were my shoes.

 

i reach past what remains of the suit to grab a stack of shirts to occupy the vast space in my empty box.

if only i could fill the void left in me.

after a bit of packing and my satisfaction with the lack of a void in my Suitcase, i feel a lot better, almost ready to face the world after so much seclusion.

A box on my desk catches my attention…

brings back memories…

bad memories.

…I promised myself not to use this again.

i blow the dust off the small box that fits perfectly in my left hand, revealing its true elegance and the stygian steel that the box was made of.

i hesitate…

before finally pulling the lid off the box…

el alma del diablo”

the bracelet sits there…

at the bottom of the box.

even like that it was decietful.

looking so normal and plane…

IT MADE ME SOO ANGRY

AFTER EVERYTHING I HAD BEEN THROUGH

TO… to see it just… sitting there.

I SHOULD BURN THIS THING.

I SHOULD…

I wipe the rebelious tear drop from my eyes.

#CKRRRKLE#

I feel the hairs on my hand stand as the air becomes unbearably electric

Oh NO!

NOT AGAIN

STOP IT

“STOP IT”

“HAVENT I SUFFERED ENOUGH”


 

I can see nothing but white.

And i immediately feel very small,

useless and filled with self doubt

 

A feeling I know all to well

in a place I wishI didnt know at all.

 

“JAKOB”

as soon as i heard it i knew who it was…

I knew i had RETURNED.

 

to be continued

 

 

 

 

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