Mad world
Title: Mad world
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Summary: my angst at work
WARNING: THERE IS BLOOD. Not much, but still.
I walk down the hall, same as usual. It's high school and even the cheerleaders have just stopped smiling. Most people cry freely now, their faces too numb to even sob. I open my locker. Gray, gray, gray. Long ago, we were promised that every day would make us smile. Back when no one knew much about us. If I could, I would laugh bitterly at that. Passing teachers, muttering bland "hellos." I stop at the end, facing a teacher. I plan to turn, my books in hand, ready to be taught something I'll never remember, but I stop, looking down. I felt something, just then. What was it? It could've been sadness. I remember sadness...
"No daddy, no!" She screamed as her father was taken away in a police car. She wailed for him, louder than she had ever cried. Somewhere, deep down, she knew she'd never see him again. Though she did not know why, her father had been taken away. Her mother gave her the coldest look she had ever gotten that night, after she had asked her mother why he had gone.
"Sometimes people just," Her mother sighed. "Go."
I step back, my eyes burning. Why do I feel these things now, of all times? I fall back, hearing myself let out a quiet "ow" as my head hits the gray marble. Something warm, behind me. I get up, rubbing the back of my head. Now it's on my hand. Red. Red? Suddenly, it hits me, I'm bleeding. I shrug it off, I don't think it's that bad. I sit down, resting my head in my hands, as I do every day. The blood keeps coming, but I don't worry, why don't I worry? It drenches my thin hair, now my clothes, it's becoming cold.
And then I'm next to myself, someone else. My head drops, and I hear a thunk. Then silence, I hear nothing. The teacher sees, but does nothing. She doesn't worry, why doesn't she worry? I the other person raise his hand, I don't hear him but I know what he says.
Where did she go?
Where did I go? Did I feel, too much, maybe? The teacher sighs.
Sometimes people just...go.
And I realize. It's a mad world.
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Summary: my angst at work
WARNING: THERE IS BLOOD. Not much, but still.
I walk down the hall, same as usual. It's high school and even the cheerleaders have just stopped smiling. Most people cry freely now, their faces too numb to even sob. I open my locker. Gray, gray, gray. Long ago, we were promised that every day would make us smile. Back when no one knew much about us. If I could, I would laugh bitterly at that. Passing teachers, muttering bland "hellos." I stop at the end, facing a teacher. I plan to turn, my books in hand, ready to be taught something I'll never remember, but I stop, looking down. I felt something, just then. What was it? It could've been sadness. I remember sadness...
"No daddy, no!" She screamed as her father was taken away in a police car. She wailed for him, louder than she had ever cried. Somewhere, deep down, she knew she'd never see him again. Though she did not know why, her father had been taken away. Her mother gave her the coldest look she had ever gotten that night, after she had asked her mother why he had gone.
"Sometimes people just," Her mother sighed. "Go."
I step back, my eyes burning. Why do I feel these things now, of all times? I fall back, hearing myself let out a quiet "ow" as my head hits the gray marble. Something warm, behind me. I get up, rubbing the back of my head. Now it's on my hand. Red. Red? Suddenly, it hits me, I'm bleeding. I shrug it off, I don't think it's that bad. I sit down, resting my head in my hands, as I do every day. The blood keeps coming, but I don't worry, why don't I worry? It drenches my thin hair, now my clothes, it's becoming cold.
And then I'm next to myself, someone else. My head drops, and I hear a thunk. Then silence, I hear nothing. The teacher sees, but does nothing. She doesn't worry, why doesn't she worry? I the other person raise his hand, I don't hear him but I know what he says.
Where did she go?
Where did I go? Did I feel, too much, maybe? The teacher sighs.
Sometimes people just...go.
And I realize. It's a mad world.