Walking down the hall with my head lowered.
My hood up.
Hiding myself from the world.
“The world will kill me at first chance.” I tell myself every day.
The hall is empty. Trash and garbage lie on the floor. Still walking. Life seemed to go in slow motion.
I walk out side the school… the prison… torture house.
I throw myself to the damp moist grass.
So soft, I think to myself.
I look up dazing away in my head.
The world turns to a blur.
Life has no meaning any more.
My heart slows its rhythm.
Thump… Thump thump…. Thump…
Everything is fading to black.
The only color is a dark red spot.
A picture is forming in my mind.
A rose.
The stem is curved the rose peddles a dark red.
I reach for the rose trying to feel it
“Just a touch.”
I feel a wet coldness run through my body.
I jump and role over trying to breath.
I hear laughing.
I wipe my eyes to see who it was.
But all I see are black figures running away in the dark.
One of them dropped something.
I walk through the damp grass moving towards the small vessel.
I pick it up and look at it through the dark.
I screw up my eyes trying to see.
“A rose.”
By Jesse
Boze