Someone Who Cares

A tremble through my heart.

A puzzle in my head.

My skin is ice cold.

I wish I could be dead.

Chris trudged heavily through the white fluffy snow. His eyes and head glued to

the ground. He didn’t bother looking up. There was no reason too. Besides, his head

was usually down anyway.

The glistening snow crystals flew softly to the white ground. Chris sighed. For

once, he wished he could enjoy the beauty of the snow. But everything blinded,

imprisoned him from seeing it.

The only thing he didn’t see was the beauty in the sun. The sun: just like light and happiness everywhere, all the time. Everybody loves the sun. But get into reality: the sun is only a vision of a dream. Just like a made-up story with happy endings. But there is no such thing as everybody having a happy ending.

There was one thing he always saw beauty in: darkness. Darkness is beautiful. It was true, and it was reality. The Darkness soothed him, made him calm. It made him feel comforted. But he loved the moon almost as much as Darkness. The pale moon that either faded away or came back. Or sometimes, not even there at all. It was reality, and it was beauty.

Chris opened the front door to his house. He went inside and closed it quietly. He ran upstairs to his room. He slammed the door, put on headphones, and blasted the music really loud. Then he turned off the lights. He wondered if anyone would notice if he was there are not. Or even care. He doubted it.

He heard the front door open and slam. He heard two pairs of pounding footsteps rush in. Then, another pair was heard rushing into the foyer too. He heard his brother and sister’s voices and his mother embracing them. Even with the music blasted, he could still hear the commotion downstairs. He wished he didn’t. He tried to ignore them as much as possible.

As night fell, Chris gazed out the window, watching the sun set. Watching the moon come out. He felt happy, or close to happy, but only for a moment.

Everything was interrupted, forgotten, when Chris heard his brother’s voice. “Mommy, read me a story!â€