No snow falls on the cold, dry town of DuQuoin as its inhabitants carry on with their lives. The sun is blocked out by shallow clouds, bringing nothing but sorrow. The inhabitants hope for snow they'll never get.
In the high school of this small town, drama pushes down on the lives of teens. One of which who tried to help, who tried to do something (anything) to try and relieve the pressure and stress that the others are sure to break down under. A small group of friends being his target as sadness, depression, overwhelms them and the uncut wrists of his friends were split open by a razor. He's struggling, oh look at how he struggles and cries for help. The pressure is getting to him.
He can't concentrate, people he love and people he care about are trying to finish themselves off. They don't care of the consequences. But what's this? Another one bites the dust (or breaks the skin, I might say.) Now it's hitting him hard. He can't take it, He tried so hard to help but he's failing. Some might say he was only making it worse. Oh, look, another one bleeds and Oh no. Someone's moving away. Look at him crying like a pathetic fool. The rest of his friends are giving up! No one will help him deal with this, but why does he persist? He refuses to give in. He repents from the fate of the rest of them, he swears to fight it.
Is he going for the razor? No, no, he can resist longer. Stubborn? No. He keeps himself held strong by will. Look now as the girl turns him down. He shrugs and walks away, not phased on the outside but on the inside he's screaming and scolding himself, going over everything he did wrong. Is it too much? Will he finally give in?
"No..." he says silently to himself at the lunch table. "..I won't give up." But it's only a matter of time before he trips, stumbles, and falls. "No..."
Yes says his conscience. "No." He's saying it louder, blocking out the laughter. Even the voice in his head has turned against him.
"No!" His friends look to him, wondering why he's yelling. "NO!" He's screaming, everyone is watching him go crazy before their eyes. Defying his own mind, refusing to listen. "I WON'T!" He tries to run from them, they catch him and hold him down. The devil in his head screams in triumphant laughter.
Now he's wrapped up in the loony bin, crying and laughing day and night as he fights himself over and over. Why did this happen? Nobody will ever know. |
Submission Name: Disasterous Deadly Dramatic Days
