You can drown in a table spoon of water?
And a sudden wave of depression washed over him like the tides caused by the moon.
He finds himself in a new place that's not so new, really, and for the first time in his life he's scared.
He normally lives for new places, new things, new people.
Not today.
Not this place.
He takes a quick mental inventory of the friends he has made since he came.
The ones he thought as better friends turned out to only be more of occasional friends.
Ones he was once very close with have drifted away.
He's left with aquaintances and new friends.
He sees his "friends" having good times and making plans, always without him. It saddens him.
It's been so long since someone has Actually shown that they want him around.
some show their concern, but still do not make an effort other than asking if he's ok.
He misses his old friends and for the first time in his life feels the pain of homesickness.
He's tired of grasping at things to buey him up that eventually end up just adding weight dragging him down.
I'll either sink or float on my own, he thinks.
He closes his eyes and watches as his eyelids slowly fade from red to blue, then black.
Holding his breath he counts
1, 2, 3, 4....
I've made it two minutes before, he tells himself.
5, 6, 7, 8, 9...
He feels himself softly settle into the silt of the bottom.
A strange thought glances through his mind
I'll just let my air out and not wait for it to be slowly converted into my death.
he silently laughs and shakes his head
or I could just stand up and be only neck deep
but why would I want to live like that?
the strange smirk on his lips turns to a dark smile
He knows a secret and no one else will ever know.
He finds himself in a new place that's not so new, really, and for the first time in his life he's scared.
He normally lives for new places, new things, new people.
Not today.
Not this place.
He takes a quick mental inventory of the friends he has made since he came.
The ones he thought as better friends turned out to only be more of occasional friends.
Ones he was once very close with have drifted away.
He's left with aquaintances and new friends.
He sees his "friends" having good times and making plans, always without him. It saddens him.
It's been so long since someone has Actually shown that they want him around.
some show their concern, but still do not make an effort other than asking if he's ok.
He misses his old friends and for the first time in his life feels the pain of homesickness.
He's tired of grasping at things to buey him up that eventually end up just adding weight dragging him down.
I'll either sink or float on my own, he thinks.
He closes his eyes and watches as his eyelids slowly fade from red to blue, then black.
Holding his breath he counts
1, 2, 3, 4....
I've made it two minutes before, he tells himself.
5, 6, 7, 8, 9...
He feels himself softly settle into the silt of the bottom.
A strange thought glances through his mind
I'll just let my air out and not wait for it to be slowly converted into my death.
he silently laughs and shakes his head
or I could just stand up and be only neck deep
but why would I want to live like that?
the strange smirk on his lips turns to a dark smile
He knows a secret and no one else will ever know.