Macabre Face

I silently watched all of the loud commotion on the bus, watching someone pin someone else down, a hint of macabre in his face. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything, so...I won't interfere. I'll just let it happen.

I shook my head in dismay, giving the girls necklace back to her and walking to the back of the bus. I plopped Mars back into my bag and cuddled into myself; placing my cheek on the top of my knees. I closed my eyes and relied on my ears, finding it impossible to sleep with everyone shouting.

I hid into the corner and watched the bright white moon glisten in the black as pitch sky, slowly and gradually falling unconscious.

But I was scared... I was scared of getting lost again.

The End

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