In ones lifetimes, you'll think to yourself whether you deserve being lonely.
Whether there's reasons. - what are they? Where do they follow from?
Bound by mistakes , reoccuring subsequently, in this world there's no way we can all strive for equality. In a world so dark, morbid- yet beautiful.
"Go to sleep".
The male woken up, new school- new me.
He was transferring to a new school in which he'd no clue on who anybody was.
Fixing his bed, tugging on his clothes, he'd noticed a blurry figure through the corner of his eye. He darted his head in it's direction through the window and outside there was a rather incongruous man, his age- but more scruffy. The man was tall, shaggy black hair covering half of his face, a white hoodie and scuffed grey sneakers.
He narrowed his eyes in concentration, disturbingly enough, the male was smiling directly towards him.
He heard a knock on his bedroom dor then suddenly-
"Damien, it's time to get ready".
It was his mother calling in on him.
'"Alright mother".
He then turned back to face the window.
The man had dissappeared.