My anger flared. I couldn't take it anymore, I'd had enough.
She walked past me almost zombie like, her previous idle wave at me with those
dead stone green eyes. I hated it but despite it all I somehow seemed to keep
my anger in check. I was not her friend, I was anything but her friend and just
because I just so happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time
certainly doesn't mean I will not stop acknowledging her existence. Somehow it
didn't bother me as much as I would have thought that senseless rage finally
became cold. As if a shadow had passed over me, much like the shadow I had
become for months now. I'd been slipping around each corner, using my back
routes, avoiding people all for the sake of becoming the shadow I near enough
felt all the time. Never seen, never heard, barely even worth a once over. As
conspicuous as ever, that's the life that I live now; where not a single place
is safe, at least not anymore. I remember a time it wasn't always like this, a
time where it was safe to go anywhere without being cornered by the very thing
that makes this place unsafe. Obscured morale people. The similar tugging of
caution beckoned me as I down, the same caution that warily warned me about the
door where the obscurities were. This time I ignored it and let my mind drift
into nothingness.
I remember...I remember a time it was safe I thought sadly
sinking into the stillness of the rare blank page that struck my very mind.
