onceuponaplush
I am not too sure what I am doing anymore.
I have dreams I want to reach. I feel expectations placed upon me. But what will I ever do? I haven't a clue of where to begin.
And even if I begin, I'm not sure if I'm doing this right.
My future is...
... nondescript, at the moment. A haze.
I hope that when I clear the way, it will be somewhere brighter and more comfortable.
I just don't want to end up hating what I've done and being miserable.
Rummaging through the debris of monster corpses, my eyes caught sight of a small and scant object which gave a reflective spark of light. With blood-stained hands, I picked the little item up. It was a little red stone, but it was chipped up and far from perfect to say the least.
I turned over to my friend. "Hey, look what I found!" I called out with excitement.
He turned, squinted to see the tiny object I held, and chuckled. "Hah! That's hardly worth anything," he said, before returning to his own looting.
I sighed. The ruby I found, though not valuable, was worth a memory for my time with him.
Duke led me through the masses of drunken people at prom. I stumbled here and there myself, but only because everyone else's feet and shoelaces were in the way--I swear!
And then he introduced me to this quiet girl, but I swear she was familiar. Duke, having peeled me from being a wallflower, now introduced me to another: one that was in the opposite corner of the room.
"C'mon! She's a nice gal!" he said.
I hardly had a moment to catch my guard--Duke's own, illegally-substanced self suddenly took his own hand at making my lips collide with the girl's. Suddenly, my world was completely flipped--what the hell, Duke?!--and then I remembered who that girl was.
Not all of the people I had invited were able to make it to the party. But that was okay. The closest of my friends were able to attend, which is what counted.
I remember the joy we had in playing the game Apples to Apples, gathered around the dining table. We absorbed ourselves into all the randomness, stupidity, and idiotic humor. It meant a lot to me; I knew after many of us graduate high school, that we may move off to our own paths, not being able to gather like this again. So I lived in the moment, and did so with all my heart.
Heart ablaze, I raced through the corridors, hearing their footsteps close behind. I couldn't stop here; through white, indifferent hallways I traversed through a neverending maze. There was nowhere else to go. This was it.