I felt like prying eyes were staring through me like daggers, the streets here were niether living or alive, but I still felt watched.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here after all. I mean, I shouldn't really ditch school, every student knows that, but I couldn't help but think I can't gain the goals I want. I just need time to myself to think. I mean. Damn. I can't get an A...I know I can't. Just once glance at me and you'd know I couldn't do it. With the ressession and all I know it's gonna be really hard to find a job even with the maximum grades...

I sigh, taking a deep breath and letting it out through my nose. Goddamn the person who invented education. Goddamn the person who invented this town! It reeks, I'm alone and now I know I'm fucking lost. Where did I walk to? ...I don't remember being here before...

I look around, finally peeling my eyes from the road and stop where I was.

It was greyer and darker and ...stranger than Fortuna. The streets were covered in trash, which I grimace to and felt an incredible surge of sickness or regret (Whatever it was) pass through me because of my obessesion with the environment. Alley's were too dark to even see a few metres into them, shadows casted figures and faces on the walls as I stare for longer. The wind howls, the wooden doors moan, cats cry to the dull sun in the sky that was surrounded by clouds; every little sound was enhanced for me.

I didn't understand nor knew where the hell I was, but I knew this: It's no place good. I shiver, not from cold but fear and hesitate, standing, taking in this surreal and ghastly milieau. Christ almighty I WANNA go back to school now...

I, slowly, put my hands in my pockets of my jacket and move on through the town.

Did you expect me to turn and head back the way I came? After all, I just described my dismay. Curious, isn't it? How my mind can go through anxiety, apprehension of an unfamilar background, question it, come to the conclusion that this impression is correct, then ignore impluse?

One word. Curiosity.

Despite my cold feet on this cold ground, I do want to search this place. Intense fear pounded in my chest but my ...I have no idea what it is...Maybe stupidity. But I am gaining a certain longing to explore.

More streets, more darkness, more fear, more curiosity.

Questions appeared. Sure. Even though I had no answers. Like, Why is there no people out? Where are they? Dead? If so, How?

Not the kind of questions I want in my head, so I just let them phase in then back out again. I go into a almost trance like state, with the beat of my steps and the hum of silence ringing in the air. It started to rain. The droplets making their crashing booms as they hit the floor and splatter, they grew in frequency, pummeling the ground like bombs until I was forced to put my hood up, still walking.

I shake my head and reach into my jeans pocket. I pulled out my Mp4 and listen to the intro of the song "Broken hands" by Ani Difranco.