Post by Jessy Jackson on Nov 11, 2006 7:08:54 GMT -5
(((Kayley)))
I sat in a dark corner of the Spot, my head resting on the wall, eyes shut. The beat reverberated around my mind, each thump bring new thoughts and old memories to the surface. Everything was so fresh, so raw in everyone's minds, not just mine. I had loved him, once, and he'd helped me so much. It was clear however, I think, to both me and everyone else, that I could not take a large part in their grief. It seemed to hurt just as much, but they had the greater right to pain, to sorrow. He was only a friend.
I mentally scoffed myself. Only a friend? He'd been the only one to understand, to know what it was like to lose control of your own mind and body, to be subjected to another side of yourself. He was the only one who understood the oppression, the fear.
I shook my head slightly before leaning it back again, trying to drown it out.
I sat in a dark corner of the Spot, my head resting on the wall, eyes shut. The beat reverberated around my mind, each thump bring new thoughts and old memories to the surface. Everything was so fresh, so raw in everyone's minds, not just mine. I had loved him, once, and he'd helped me so much. It was clear however, I think, to both me and everyone else, that I could not take a large part in their grief. It seemed to hurt just as much, but they had the greater right to pain, to sorrow. He was only a friend.
I mentally scoffed myself. Only a friend? He'd been the only one to understand, to know what it was like to lose control of your own mind and body, to be subjected to another side of yourself. He was the only one who understood the oppression, the fear.
I shook my head slightly before leaning it back again, trying to drown it out.
