The Night - Original Writing - 1102 Words

â€Å"May I ask what happened?† Alex asked, his hand still tightly gripping mine as I practically pulled him down the stairs. â€Å"You may not,† I replied bluntly, as we stepped out into the eerie dark morning. I breathed in the cold night’s air, and looked towards the sky. The empty darkness was separated by small specks of light; the stars. It amazed me how the stars were so far away, yet we could see them so clearly, even if they looked a billion times smaller. I took a step forwards, and shivered, curling myself up to keep warm. I breathed in slowly, and smelled nothing. I glanced over at Alex and saw him looking back at me with a curious expression on his face. His pale green eyes were open wide, clearly not still suffering from sleep loss†¦show more content†¦Underneath it in the shin length yellow grass was a graveyard of discarded rubbish, covered in filth. A doll with a broken smile and once scarlet dress now dull and old, her tormented eyes fixed on the distance, staring into nothingness. A soggy lone sock floated in a mud puddle, broken bottles and crisp packets scattered across the ground, bugs swarmed round an icky chocolate wrapper. The repugnant musk of cigarette butts and cheap alcohol clung to the graffiti covered climbing wall. It was three years ago, I said suddenly. Alex turned to me, slightly alarmed by my sudden outburst. I started three years ago. Drugs, I mean. I was just so done with everything. I had fallen into this deep hole of despair without anything to pull me up. My grades in school were dropping, I never seemed to do well enough for my parents, and I was just so overridden with sadness I could barely breathe. And somehow, the option of drugs turned my way. So I took it. I thought the drugs were lifting me out of the hole but in reality, they were lifting me up and then dropping me deeper. I looked up at him, searching his face for some sort of expression but his face was blank. I raised my view to his eyes, expecting pools of pity that I d so often see from his brother. But Alex s eyes held nothing but apt attention. I don t know what I m doing anymore, I said softly, But I need them. He squeezed my hand