How Unusual

When the Unusual Boy awoke from his slumber he shook his shaggy haired head and plucked the salinity that was left over in eyes from the night. "Great" He thought sarcastically. The Unusual Boy didn't enjoy helping his father move his posessions from the house to his father's newly acquired apartment. He wanted to get that off his mind.

The Unusual Boy went over to the computer and opened up his email. He opened up various subscription updates to video and game sites and a few emails from some friends. Mostly junk mail. His friends weren't the kind to email him often. And for some reason the Unusual Boy felt lesser of himself for it. It was an insecurity he didn't understand, but was instinctive and consistent. He had to have attention, had to have people like him, or even dislike him. As long as he stood out and could be backed up by friends. He tried very hard to be funny and seem cool. He hung out with as many people as he could, talk to as many people as he could. He hoped, and it seemed that in general people liked him. But he always had a strange feeling that people thought he was unusual. And people did think of him as unusual.

He retired from his computer to his video games. Of course, none of his friends were online, and therefore the Unusual Boy didn't play very much. What an Average weekend it was. Being home and bored. He ate a small breakfast and decided to not brush his teeth today. It didn't matter. No one was gonna see him today. He went back to his room and went back to his computer. He checked his email already, but something nudged him to check another email he had. Nothing there but junk mail. Another nudge, faint yet persistent told him to check his school email. (The only email his school would allow.) He hoped that maybe if he was bored enough an interesting email would show up in his inbox. He was surprised though. There actually was an email in his school inbox. How unusual. No one ever sends emails on this thing.

The Unusual Boy glanced at the name who it was from. Was it that girl from last period? She's pretty cute, the boy thought. How unusual, she wants to play video games?

Past Pains

I couldn't sleep at night. I stayed up as late as I could and forced myself to sleep during the day. I never went anywhere. Never did anything. I only ate to keep myself from dying. I was antisocial. I didn't want to be with anyone. When I was cut off from you, it was like I couldn't breathe on my own. And the air was cut from me. When you gave me silence. I turned deaf. When I couldn't feel your presence. I went numb. I didn't eat, because I couldn't taste my food. And I went nocturnal, because that's what my life had become. Darkness. And the light only hurt, only reminded me of what I'd lost. You became my everything. I needed you. When I couldn't have you, it killed me. Tortured me slowly, persistently. I felt the wrath of your silence. It burned me, then iced me over. That's how much you meant to me. That's how much I loved you. Those memories, still haunt my dreams. I ask why, why can't I forget? Why can I not forget these depressing times? And I realize it is because this was deeper than depression. This was heart break.