Alone

Heather's Assignment.

Sophie

I'm so alone. I've always been this alone. I'm fine with it honestly. I can think whatever I want to think, say whatever I want to say. I can do whatever I want when I'm alone. The world revolves around me.

When I'm alone, I feel so much more free. No need to cover myself up in order to appear kind. I always had to put on a mask. It was so hard to smile at people I despised. People who don't deserve a true smile. People who smile at you and genuinely seem nice, until you turn around and the smile turns into a sneer as they rip your life apart verbally.

I write when I'm alone. When I write, my loneliness turns into my inspiration. In my own world, I can write whatever I think of, whatever I can dream of. Because of my solitude, I can think of my writing more. I can make it better. Nothing else is happening around me.

The bus full of people isn't bustling past the bus stop a few feet away from me. The little girl across the street isn't howling because of her fallen ice cream cone. The dogs in front of me aren't barking and sniffing each other.

There is no sound. My whole world has been put on pause.

There are many people, too many people who say being alone is a terrible thing.

"Look at the poor thing. She's all alone."

What's so bad about being alone? Being alone is the only time when I'm truly me. When I'm not the bitter, raven-haired girl who can barely smile. I'm not forced to socialize and force a laugh at my friend's lame joke. I'm imagining myself in another world.

In fact, I'd say loneliness is my best friend.

Jordan

Everyone says that Death will choose his time to visit you and you'll see him in your last minutes. All I'm wondering is when the hell Death is going to come visit me.

It's not like anyone's going to miss me. I have no friends. I barely see my family and when I do, they couldn't care less about me. Everything's about my dumb younger brother Sean. The other day, I came home with a black eye covering my blue eyes because I got in a fight and my parents both looked at me. They just glanced for a few seconds before they went back to talking about Sean's straight A's.

The kids at school call me the "emo kid." I don't get it. I'm blond, I don't wear all black, and I would never touch makeup. So why call me emo? Maybe it's because I isolate myself because no one care about me so I just don't care back. I'm alone.

I hate being alone because I'm left with my thoughts. Why don't people want to be around me? Everyone avoids me like I'm the plague or something. I don't know what it is I did to deserve this avoidance.

I am not to be left alone with my thoughts. I think too much and when I think too much, I'm afraid I'll do something stupid or I'll do something that I'll regret. I know this will sound cliché but my thoughts will actually consume me. Whenever I'm alone, I feel like I'm trapped in a dark, glass box. The key has been thrown out long ago. And soon enough, water starts to fill up. It fills up rapidly to my neck and I'm swimming, I'm splashing the damn water. The water then rises up all the way and as I look out of the box, my family and classmates are outside. They're faced the other way and they can't hear or see me.

I'm so alone.