The First week

A short story i wrote about my feelings after my first week of high school (Senior)

 

 

    The first week of the last year, fooling myself into thinking my mind is clear.

  I can recall days past, days locked away in this house of smiling stones and lost souls. I recall how friendly the smell of gun powder seemed, i remember the colorless landscape of my home.

   This memory is so fresh in my mind, often coming to me at night as i try to sleep. I awake each day to hordes of voiceless friends reaching out from their dens in the sand. They cry out, begging for a place to hide and endulge in their troubles. It rots me from the inside out, as i shout at the echoed memories of dead friends staring down from my ceiling.