Lost

A strange hand, feels cold, very cold, like she has never felt it before, feeling uncomfortable, and wanting to not be there. People around her were her friends, wanting to erase the night, so much anger, just wanting to hit something so hard it breaks, or to run away and cry the night away. Him making fun of her, trying to be nice, him not having a life, stuck in a fantasy life, nothing ever making any sense. Feeling nervous like someone was watching over her, having nothing in common with those around, making her feel unwanted. Watching the hours fly on by, mixed emotions running through her head, seeing the mark on his neck, his pager going off, never knowing what he thinks or if he cares. So many questions going unanswered, wanting to give in, wanting to forget about life, starting something that will never be finished. Slowly dying inside, ripping her insides out, it will all be over soon.