When you get to a place that someone had just left you can still feel them lingering in the air. You can hear the breaking of the hearts of those who lost someone they cared about. You can feel the sadness of those who wish they had given them a chance. You can see the tears and the long faces of those who were truly effected by the leaving of this person. You never knew the person but somehow them leaving felt like your fault because you showed up at a terrible time. The stares of people who wish they were in your shoes, oblivious to the chaos that had just happened, beating on you like a hot summer sun. I wouldn't wish death on anyone; and I definitely would not wish for anyone to take place of someone who left this earth way to early.
I didn't move to Beacon Hill to take the place of anyone. At first it seemed like they left so I can fit in somewhere in this world of mythical creatures that I didn't realize existed when I unpacked my boxes filled with all of my shit and made my mom promise that we would stop running away from our problems. I'm stuck here until I graduate which is only two years away. Let's just hope I don't get eating by a were-monkey by then. Do were-monkey's exist? I don't even know anymore.