Was I really so bad? There were people out there that killed people just for the fun of it, I wasn't like that.
I stretched out on a park bench, I couldn't bear to go inside. My thinking processes weren't working, nothing was working. I felt more than heard the growl deep in the pit of my stomach but, I didn't move from the bench, I didn't want to go inside. I didn't want to go anyplace I knew people should have been...
The ants crawled over the piece of candy some child had dropped on the sidewalk. They clamored over it, I wondered did they have a purpose, would they take it and split it up between them all or would the sweet treat cause a war? Did they know what was happening? Did they know I was alone? I watched a line of them pick up the piece of candy and begin to march away. I sat up and placed my foot down in front of them, I caused them to go in circles, not to be mean but, they were my only friends, without them, I was totally alone.. I watched as they sent out one scout after another, they picked up the candy again and started off in the direction which they wanted to go, again I caused the circular movements.. "You can't leave me.. please!" The phones began to ring again. I sat there with my friends..
"How does it feel to be alone?"