My Battle With Mental Health (Chapter 1)[page 17] Eyes on stage

her face was clean no more blood splattered across everything. I looked at her and I could feel the weight of everything I did slowly coming down on me. She pushed me to lay down…

“Sleep” she said sitting down on the bed next to me…
“I… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t just please rest… we can talk about this tomorrow.” 

I closed my eyes let the cold take me, I could feel the dream world slowly take me… What did I dream up? I would lie if I told you that I dreamt up something good for once. Something to take my mind of off the pain, something to make me forget… but no… I woke up with no one around… sitting up all I saw. Was a letter sitting on the table… Simple latter I walked over to the table. All I could think of was her… All of these things happening again. Picked up the paper and threw it in drawer. I did not want to know… I walked back to my bag… School… All I could think of was class… seeing char and seeing everyone all over again it was too much. Took a shower and started to make my to school. The snow crunched under my shoes.

As I got to school I felt like no going to class I looked back and found that the people around where just more blank faces. People that would just pass by but never make an impact on your life. I made my way to the auditorium. The dark room and dark atmosphere would love to embrace me. but as I got closer and close and I realized that there was a song being sung. But due to my uncultured nature I could not really tell if it was a song or a poem… but the words intrigued me. The female voice soft yet sure of her sinning… I slowly opened the door and I saw her there on stage on her own all of the lights of and I sat in one of the empty chairs… and so with all of my power I focused on the words. I looked at her short hair… but with the lighting in here all I could tell is it’s some kind of dark color. As I looked closer all I could tell was that she had some kind of think leather jacket on with a short skirt. Her voice resonated around the room.

I’m mad not at the stars and sky for lighting up the dark night.
I wish not to cruse at the ones I’m close too.
For I know that they did nothing wrong.
I hate not the woman I used to be

                She took a breath… as she was about to continue her line I felt her eyes make contact with mine. I felt the connection with my eyes… I could see the pain she was hiding.

“People are not allowed to be here ” she said stepping in to a well of light coming from the crack in the door.
“So why are you here?”
“I’m practicing”
“practicing… for what?”
“How about you step in to the light then…”

                I stood up from the chair and walked closer to her… I could feel the passion in her eyes…