Disclaimer- this is written from the imagination of J.G. it has been dated and marked also know as copyrighted. it is not to be redistributed without the permissions of J.G.the air playfully ran through her hair while Austyn contemplated her next move. she needed to move. she was needed, or so she figured. the whispers above her head faded in to a low hum. the room was well lit by the sun. the sun, a sign of light, of being awake. why wont he wake up, its just another dream, she thought. if only i'd wake up it would all be over, and it wouldnt have happened at all. "Austyn.Austyn, are you okay?" she heard her name being called. this is when you look up her mind told her, but there's this funny thing that occurs when things like this happen. motivated only by her heart to keep functioning, Austyn griped the edges of her chair in her fists so tightly it would take heavy machinery to pry them off. she was happy she decided to wear a hooded sweatshirt, as she now had the hood on and her head down. she was shut out of the world. she was now in between. in between what, no one knows. its just there. that place where time stops. she looked over to where he was. he was just lying there. "shes fine, shes going to need some time to get over the shock." she heard someone else respond. Austyn's head snapped up in alertness as if she were struck by a taser gun. just as soon as her head came up it went back down. shock? why should i be shocked i've known along with everyone else that he was dying Austyn thought. no one knew what was really bothering her. and how could they? no one notices that shes not crying.


"man i thought i'd find you here. i always see you staring at that when you think no one is paying attention. what is it about this picture?" then he too stepped back and looked at the picture. it was a face with several different sections portraying light and dark, positive and negative. the face showed no emotions, and the eyes were empty. on the face was court jester-like make up.the medium was charcoal. it was no doubt another project by a model student that one of the art professors proudly displayed the boy thought. it wasn't anything special. for some reason however, it grabbed his best friends attention on numerous occasions. when his friend didnt respond he gave him a playful jab on the side of his shoulder. the other boy quickly snapped alert and assumed a defending fighter's stance. "whoa-- whoa, calm down man its just me." when the other boy shoulders gently fell and he stood upright, his friend continued. "whoo man, where were you just then? wow. where ever you were- you were deep in it."
"i dont know." he said. his voice was quiet almost as if it was whispered, "it just makes me think."
"think huh. man, lets get the hell out of here, the thing is creepy. when you look at it just stares right back at you, it doesnt even have eyes, who ever drew this must be crazy disturbed. its like watching something die. now i really feel like i need a shower or something" he walked away, shaking and shrugging his shoulders like he had to get something gross off his back. the other boy didn't move at all. he waited until his friend was out of sight, took one last look at the picture then shrugged his shoulders, "its beautiful. scary as hell, but beautiful." then he walked away.

Tags: vignettes
how im feeling:: depressed