(story in progress first 3 pharagaphs. should i continue?)
This world will never see happiness. I’m sure of it. Even though people say they are happy, secretly there dying inside, or holding back some truth. Maybe the youth of today is. Well more like 1-6. No worried then. It was just when the next time they would be able to play. Even then there was some sorrow. I’m sorry, I’m just not happy. I use to be. I probably was one of the most optimistic, stupid-crazy, smiling guy that you would have ever met. But sorry for you, you’ll never meet that person. I’m only 15, yet I’m giving up on life. I don’t see the point anymore.
My mom’s a complete psycho. She blames me for all her problems, and expects me to solve them. I just can’t take that any more. My dad is the same way. He wants me to be with him, yet when I am, he’s never happy. He gets angry when I’m around, just to prove a point to my step mom. That I’m the only one that listens, yet in the same breath can’t do nothing with him. My friends have long sense moved on past me. I feel like they hadn’t taken the chance to let me recover from my mental wounds. But then again it doesn’t help that I kept telling them that I’m fine, and then plead them to make them tell me their problems to make them better.
UHHG!!! Why does life have to be sooo stupid? You want to help someone, you want to make people happy, but only way it seems possible is to give up your on happiness. And when you do, your seen as a big downer and that that’s no fun to be around. I just can’t FRICKEN understand this world!! What does it have to be sooo contradicting? Oh well the crappy life moves on into a world with no happiness. Like this river im standing next to. You can call it beautiful, yet it could be polluted, and you wouldn’t care. Because you’re happy, you think that river is. NO. But it moves on like I am from this world, finding a better place elsewhere.
I really don’t want to stay here. It sucks. I have no life. I went and ruined it here. I have no friends, I was too busy helping out with their needs and it really does—
“Hey what’s your name? I’m jack, I just moved in in that apartment,” some boy is standing by the edge of the river about 50 feet away. He’s pointing up behind him at the same apartment building I live in. a rundown brick apartment building, like you would see in a movie. One whole side is plastered in graffiti. It brings the building alive, but the other people living in the building hate it. I guess they can’t appreciate a little color to the neighborhood. “What’s your name?”
“Uhh Travis…. Who are you again and what u doing down here? This place aint ment for kids like you,” I told him. This kid had to be about 8, 10 years old. And he had no need to be down here. It was littered from a mile upstream, to a mile downstream with car parts, tires, trash, trash cans, you name it. Also the river is a dark blue. But it ain’t from the reflection of the sky like people think. Its from some kind of chemical run off from that damn factory. People usually thing that factories give of a green toxic look when waste runs into the river. But I’m telling yeah take a swig of this water and u be in bed sicker than a dog.
“Jack. I saw this awesome looking river, and thought that Id come down and see it.” He had a big bright smile on his face. It wasn’t from ear to ear but it was a smile that drew ur attention, and said you were happy.
“Well like it all you want, don’t take a single drink from it without boiling it. That there water is polluted from the factory just up a ways.” Told yeah. People think this river is amazing asides from the crap on the banks.
“Don’t look polluted… Do you live in the complex too?”
This kid really doesn’t care to much for minding the basic, “no talking to strangers” time that parents tell there children. Must not have learned it. “Your pretty bold for a kid your age, talking people you don’t even know. Yeah I live there top floor with my ma.”
“Well I frankly could care less to talking to you, but im new here and don’t really know this place. You look about 15, right around my age so I thought maybe we could b—“
“hold it right there. First off there ain’t no way in hheell your my age you look 8,9,10 years old. Second you shouldn’t talk to strangers like that. What if I had a knife and shanked you right here on the spot, not caring if you lived or died? Would a small kid be able to fight a kid like me?” there wasn’t any way this kid was my age. He was a short, small, week looking. I had atleast 100 lbs on him, twice the muscle size (for what muscles I have.) he really wasn’t in any place to talk smack to people.
“well I am and you don’t look like the type of perso n to do that. And like I was saying, I need a person to show me around. And I though maybe you’ld help a guy out.”
“Nope, go find someone else. Im done helping people out.” I get up from my spot and start walking up the bank. “sorry kid.”