“Loneliness/Depression”



The boy sat at his desk. His eyes were sluggishly rolling around, everything around him a fuzzy, inky grey. Even the bright, almost neon posters on the walls of the room were all just dull shades. The usual din of the classroom was replaced by a ringing in his ears, everything else being pushed away. Slight chills ran up the boy’s back, and his heart grew heavy, as if to fall into his gut and dissolve with a pop and a hiss. His eyes suddenly began to water, but he wiped the tears away. There was nothing to smell, nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to taste, nothing to feel. As if there was an elephant on his brain, stamping out all nerves and feeling. But he didn’t care. He just knew that everything was grey and lonely. And he could not escape it. He then began to stare out the window, a cold, desolate landscape outside, with dead tree branches reaching for the cloudy mess of a sky, as if to tear away the cover with their claw-like fingers, to relieve the poor child of his pain and heartache. He shook violently, as if a massive gust of wind had gone straight into his bones, and he had no way of stopping it. His eyes began to water again, much more profusely. He slammed his head down on the desk, seeing he was alone, as he was for his entire life, and screamed. He screamed out for love, screamed out for comfort, screamed out for respect, screamed out for kindness, screamed out for any sort of positive reinforcement. But it never came.