"tap, tap, tap"
Those were the sound of my boots on the concrete.
"tap, tap, tap"
Those also were the sound of other people's feet around me.
"tap, tap, tap"
However.... I couldn't hear their voice.
So how could I hear the sound of their steps? I've got no idea. All I know is what I'm concerned with, and at this moment it was just the group of rock in my headphones. They were singing in a weird language, one that I can't understand à single word.
If the sound is a way of communication, of sharing your feelings with others, by just doing this little tiny action every morning on my long walk to school.... I've put up a wall between me and the others; without even noticing. And at this time, you could say that I was in a illusion, to happy for these micro-drops of pleasure in the morning.
Put my bag down.
"blah, blah blah"
Lesson time, time to sleep, I will revise home, either way the teacher is so bad at teaching. I don't understand anything. At home I do 2 hours in class in 20 minutes. Maybe I just don't like to think around people, I'm afraid they might judge me, it's not easy, maybe I'm a bit affraid of them too...
"hey how are you?"
Ho god, again? Why you care so much about how I am? I don't even know you...
"ring, ring, ring"
Time to switch class.
"blah, blah, blah,"
"ring, ring, ring"
"blah, blah, blah"
"what's the answer?"
"ring, ring ring"
"how are you?"
Fu**, she has some boobs, 10 out of 10, but personality....0 - lol like me looking from outside... Why can't I be more compassionate?
"ring, ring, ring"
End of the day? No end of the school day, the "fun" will start now. Fun? More like trying to do something that will fail again and again but how can I succeed if I don't try? Right? - Trying to get home faster, escaping the people around me.
This day was quite special to me even though I only have bad memories of it. Leaving the school, watching the crimson sky, no clouds, red, strange, never seen this shade crying in despair at my misfortune, or a demon started to laugh at me? Depends from which point of view I see it. Some said that it's quite beautiful, for me, a quick glance and head glancing at toes.
Today, I still wonder, if this fatal day was a blessing, a chance for a new life, or the sentence to years of suffering. What happened that day, out of pure luck, was the doom of a blessing. The only choice that I had to change my life. For the best.... Or for the worst.