Emptiness—it fills my soul and my anger instantly turns into sadness. My face almost hurts from the corners of my mouth being turned upside down too long. I feel lost. I thought I was important or at least important enough for my own family to remember what day it was. I guess not. I guess I’m not that important. Nothing can fully explain and nobody will ever be able to fully comprehend the loneliness I’m feeling right now. I’ve never felt this way before and I pray to God that I never have to feel it again.
It’s like being the only person alive, standing on earth—No, it’s like being the only person on earth “period.” Just when you think you hear a voice, you turn to realize it’s nobody; it’s really just your own thoughts taking over everything. Just when you think you hear a footstep, you again turn to nothing; you realize it’s just your own body shaking uncontrollably out of fear and loneliness. I hate it. I hate feeling so alone.
I stop my ghastly thoughts for a moment and look at the clock. I realize that if I don’t leave now, I’ll be late for school. I snatch my backpack and rush down the stairs, being careful not to trip as this would only make my day worse. I quickly stop by the kitchen and look at my brother and mom—nothing. Not even a slight head turn to acknowledge my presence. I roll my eyes and head out the front door. I sprint down the sidewalk, angrily stepping on every crack in hope to break my mother’s back, and finally, reach the bus stop. The bus pulls to a stop and I know I just barely made it. I’m now a little bit happier, in high hopes that one of my best friends will remember what today is. I find a seat and my best friend walks up the aisle and, glowing, asks to sit next to me. I smile and nod my head at her. She plops down next to me and she says, “Do you know what day it is?”
Sarcastically, I say, “No, tell me!”
“Friday!” she exclaims. “The weekend’s almost here!”
I sigh and slouch back down into my seat.
She looks at me with a confused face and asks, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Oh, nothing, “ I reply.
She shrugs her shoulders and opens her bag to take out a book so she can study. I realize that I should have known not to get my hopes up. My previous feeling of loneliness reenters my soul. The previous feeling of being the only person on earth comes back into me, destroying me—piece by piece. Someone please tell me; when will this loneliness end?
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