So I'm a new writer and this may suck, but please read it and review, I know it's sad but that is why I put it in the angst category! ^_^;;;
He sat there, all alone, no one cared anymore, in fact, no one even noticed, noticed that he had been slipping away. Drowning, pulled under water: into the shadows, by gigantic tentacles to drown: pushed by ignorance into loneliness. Darkness and shadows enclosing his very soul, his heart gradually icing over, deprived of love and friendship it began to rote away: becoming a hollow ice shell, a dense stone than sank into the sea along with everything he held dear.
The not so perfect traded for the ever so perfect, one for the other even though they were one in the same. Not anymore, now they were completely different, the roles had switched, the friend deprived became the loved and the loved became the friend deprived. It was one or the other and someone had to go and it was he, him over the other.
Tears coursed down small cheeks masked by the rain that fell heavily. The only thing that let on that he had been crying was the redness that surrounded his eyes and across the bridge of his small nose. His eyes were clamped shut, trying to push the world away: the same way it had pushed him into a lonely oblivion. Hick-ups, gasps and tiny sobs were drowned out by the storm that raged overhead, drowned out: just like him.
Lonely, friendless and completely ignored he sat there all alone, on the cold, saturated park bench. The normally light brown wood deepened by the ever-falling rain. A drenched school uniform clung desperately to what little hope it had of drying but he could not even meat that request. The rain sank through the wet clothing to his body, running down his spine, his chest, his neck and through his hair.
Freezing cold, snivelling and sneezing, he sat there, completely silent except for the small sounds that escaped his lips, but none of them heard. No one was around at this time, twelve mid-night, or indeed past that, though it was hard to tell, there was no clock in sight and the watch he wore was in no way waterproof, it had long since frozen.
He sat there, his legs had stopped swinging five minutes after his arrival, they hadn't needed to tell him to go away: their actions did it for them. Slowly, he began to drift, drift away on the wind to become nothing but a mourning shadow. Although, he wasn't even allowed to be a shadow any more, why would someone so cool want someone like him around themselves, instead, he just started to not turn up. His remaining living relatives had died a while ago, before this happened, in deed, it might have been the course.
Ever since that fateful day he started to float into the background, become only a memory but hardly a fond one. If a memory, something that was there but no isn't, something that seems so close yet so far away it appears in your minds eye as a shadowed outline, one that can't quite be distinguished against the background. In that case it would have been accurate, for now not even bullies noticed him, but maybe it would have been better if they did. Better to have some sort of attention, although bad, rather than have none at all.
No more thoughts ran through his head, just blank, there was nothing more to think, what could be done that would change this. He'd noticed another of there group slip away but when he tried to bring up the subject they acted as though it never happened, they didn't remember. Now he knew how the other boy had felt: to be ignored to the point that you fade out of life and memory. He hadn't seen the other boy, maybe he'd moved schools: maybe he should do that too, would it make his life better or worse. Only time would tell, but sometimes not even time can heal some wounds, some are just too deep, just like the cuts that made them, like rain, so small and insignificant but it can kill. Lack of love, you fade, you loose everything and your soul slips away until it is nothing than memories, lost in something that is no more.
Do not dwell in the past, it stops your future, but if you have no present, how can you have a future, if you have no future, why not dwell in the past. Is it not safer to live in gleeful dreams than wallow in the sadness that plagues the preset?Well, there it is, in the next chapter I'll reveal who it is, but in the mean time you can review and guess! ^_^