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The Loner

Alone . A word I am very familiar with. The coldness and desperation that resonate around it can be felt whenever it is said. But those two are things that I've grown accustomed to, everyday elements of my life. Growing up I've never had many friends, I was a loner. I grew up as a young boy who craved friendship but never got the satisfaction to acquire it. To me, being alone was normal but it was also hurtful. I was never popular like the other boys of my age. I never really fit in with the wider circle, I was an outcast, a weirdo. My dad used to tell me it was paramount that a young boy has to have friends but he didn't know how many times I had toiled to no avail. When I went to high school, I started making friends. I thought my time of loneliness was finished, I thought I had finally got the magic of being loved. Then, those friendships would expire as soon as they were started. I was the one who always made the first move in a relationship. The initiator.  I was

Bleak Light

Sandra knew this was the end. She was sure that there was no way back. Her heart was not even beating fast or her mind making up scenarios about how she will escape. She knew it was done for her. Sandra had been leaning against a tree for about ten minutes, she had been waiting. She knew they wouldn't take a long, it was always a matter of time with them. She also knew that she was done running from them and that when they come for her she'll be ready. She was resolute. She slid down until she was seated at the base of the tree, she looked at the long roots that intertwined like hideous snakes.  "Snakes." she said to herself, "Things would be better if it were snakes." She took her necklace off and looked at it. Tears welled in her eyes. Every time she looked at this pendant it reminded her of her mother, her mother who died long before all this happened. She wished she had died with her. All the others had hid away far away but in the end they ha