"You okay? What's wrong?" They, he, look worried, they look like they care, but it's lies.
"Nothing." I smile. I brush it off, this strange sadness I feel. Caused by nothing, not that I know of.
"You sure? You seem off." I laugh. Shaking my head, as the edges of my lips grow. The grin is scary, I can't even see how distorted I looked. I laugh, as if I heard the greatest joke ever, I smile as if I was happy, I cry.
I didn't even feel the tears slide down my face. They just spill over my lids edge and pour, a continuous flow of salt and water. My smile die's, my laughter turns to sobs, and I'm falling to the concrete. My knees are throbbing in pain, I don't ever register it.
I clutch at my chest, my heart is hurting again, it's painful. It's like my rib is loose inside and is stabbing at the only thing that keeps me alive. What is this? I don't understand this sadness, there's no reason to be sad. Yet I feel like I'm choking on the air around me.
I'm fading. They are yelling for help. I am loosing my sight, but it isn't the tears that blind me. I hear distant footsteps echoing, the yells are becoming silent, my world, my life, is vanishing before me. I can feel the arms of someone around, I see their face before I'm gone. The shine of green, the flash of red. I am gone.
Blue goes gray, as the flicker of life is blown out.
Several hours later, I wake up in my bed. My orange coat laying on the dirty floor. My blue eye's with a little less life than before. My blonde hair a mess. I hear the knock on my shabby door.
"Come in" I sound so dead to myself. So empty.
The door creaks open, and there is my favorite Jew, red curls bright, green eye's shining, a shy smile on his slightly freckled face. I couldn't help but smile at his presence.
"Hey Kenny. Missed you at school, you okay?" I laugh, I smile, I don't cry.
"Yea man, terrific. I just had a major hangover from drinking too much last night." I climb out of bed, slide on the orange parka, and we had out to Stan's.
"The ability to live. Death is all I wish for."