Just For Me
I sit here as I write this the sun is all around, the trees are swaying in the breeze the snow is on the ground. I look into the corner, I’m shocked by what I see for there in that small corner is a present just for me.
I look around and stare, for there’s nobody around, that present seemed to just appear right there upon the ground. I look away and look straight back, the present seems to be, a little further from that corner where it seemed to be.
I slowly stand and walk as weird as it may be, the thing just seems to sit there as if it’s waiting just for me. I bend right down to pick it up, but it would not be moved, it simply sat upon the ground as if it had been glued.
I try and try and try to pick that damn thing up, but simply it would just not move so I have given up. I walk back to my desk and I start to do my work, then I look back to that corner and I find that it is worse. For that present that I thought, that was only just for me I look at it and realize that it’s not for me to see.
I stare upon that present and it stares back at me when I finally turn to leave it tries to follow me. I shut the door and walked away the present still inside, I kept on walking preparing myself for i just had to die. Because that little present as small as it may seem it pushed me closer to that edge that had been in my dreams.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the top drawer, I took out the knife that I hadn’t used before, I checked if it was sharp and it passed the little test, I lay blade straight down and I let it do the rest, my arm just started stinging the table going red, I watched the blood run everywhere and then I hit my head.
My last living memory, the sun begun to set the snow was slowly melting and the floor was tinted red, I saw that little present the present just for me. I grabbed it and it opened, I saw what was inside, inside there was a smaller present and on it said goodbye.
Written By Sam Blain 2/8/2008