|Thoughts I Write On The Wall
Author: XSilentRainDropsX PM
This is a colletion of short stories that I'm writing based on thoughts I have in everyday life. They may be sad, depressive, happy or mental. But I'm only human who doesn't like to get their thoughts out. Please read with respect as some things are close to heart and review your thoughts on the changing subjects in life. Rated T as some of my thoughts can be quiet scary times. XRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,189 - Updated: 02-17-13 - Published: 09-11-12 - id: 3057462
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I'm Never Waking Up.
If I didn't wake up I'd never see them again.
Who I don't know but I feel like some bodies waiting for me, willing me to their side.
It's strange, I think I'm falling but it's really like a falling sensation but you know your not falling, your just lying still.
I can't remember when I went to sleep but I remember going to sleep.
Also I can't remember who I am but I know some of what I look like.
But only briefly.
I dont' even thinks it's me.
I see a young girl about 15 years of age with dark brown hair and blue cloudy eyes.
I've only ever seen her face.
I have flashbacks to when I was awake but it's only brief little images of thing I can't make sense of.
One was of a boy.
He was tall with dirty blond long hair and had beautiful brown eyes.
He seemed to know me and I him.
He was sitting looking at me like he was studying my face.
All of a sudden I hear sirens and realise the scene has changed.
I'm sitting over him but he's not breathing not looking at me with his beautiful brown eyes, I wish he was.
I'm in hospital sitting at this boys bed.
There's a woman crying in the hall with a man comforting her, well trying to.
I reach out a touch this boys hand.
It's cold like stone and pale.
I feel a strange feeling in my heart.
I don't know who he was but I know he was important to me.
Then I wake up.
Realisation washing over me like the morning sea.
I recognise the feeling in my heart.
It's called loss. Sadness. Depression. Heartbreak.
Then I curl up fighting with the emotions that had so suddenly taken over me.
This was the real world.
A harsh, Cruel place.
I stand up and grab the rope from my floor.
I'd had it ready now for 3 years.
I hooked it up...
Finally I could never wake up.
I was now with him in my thoughts forever.
He was once mine and I was once his.
Now we are neither the worlds or ourselves.
Ok then I guess I should explain.
I feel like this everyday.
Like I've lost someone and I just want to remember them forever.
But I'm not suicidal.
So I've put this in a story and put my point across.
Hope you liked it or at least was intrigued by it.