Everything is gray to me...
Ever since I as a little girl, I always thought I saw the world differently from other people. I always see tall, scary beasts towering over people, even if I don't know them. Yes, it scares me, but I've gotten use to it by now. The beasts seem to represent some sort of stress or pain they are concealing. I noticed that a young age, in fact. My parents were always bickering, and yet they always smiled around me, but now its all in vain. They left the world about a year ago due to a car accident. There's also my old best friend. She always smiled and was nice to me, until one day someone found her body dangling from a rope. It was because she was depressed... All these times, I thought I could prevent people from dying, but it never seemed to workout. Whoever got close to me would always die in some way... I hate it...
I saunter down the street with my blonde hair swinging back and forth in it's stringy strands. I listen to music on my phone as I pass by people with elated, thirsty demons or clear air. The music pours into my ears, like water pouring in when you swim. My happy place was my music and always will be. Music never hurt me, it never died, it never betrayed me, and it never scared me away. The melodic ringing echos through my brain and delights my senses from head to toe. Nothing more, nothing less.
BOOM! I fall to the ground along with my iPod and bag. My knee is bleeding and I have a boy laying next to me with a bike scattered on the other side. He slowly sits up, in pain, as he holds his shoulder. He winces in pain as he looks at me and gives a small chuckle. He gets up and slaps dust from the grubby ground. He offers me a hand with a genuine smile. "Sorry about," he laughs again. I glare at him with a straight face and get up by myself. I look daggers at him for a minute then pick up my belongings, pat the dirt off my bottom and stomp away towards the school.
That was close! It was almost as if he did it on purpose because very few people walk down this street early at 6:30 am, on a Monday, on an unknown street, and the fact its in New York...
Oh well. I ignore the thoughts that stream into my mind and just continue walking to school listening to my favorite song.
Sometimes someone special comes into our lives and we don't even recognize that its going happen.