This is a story I wrote ... I started it because of an English story we had to write. I took the theme Social Exclusion.
And now I made up the whole story. And I don't think this kind of thing is rare...



It is hard sometimes to get on the street and be watched as if you were a crazy freak who just wants attention on yourself. I used to blush when people looked a meh with killing stares: if they could kill me, they would. But I won't give them my life.
a tear is falling down my cheek. The black eyeliner falling down with it, smoothly.... I rearrange my hair, on right side, trying to hide my eye...

I pass the corner. Suddenly it's darker. I see my friends over there. We all kiss. Why do they look so sad?
Maybe they know... I haven't been that discrete these days.
We talk for a while, but it is not as usual... now it is just a cold conversation; it starts with happy things ... to finish with painful memories... Life mate's death...
After a while I get up. They all stare at meh. I look down at them. Of course they know. The guy I love so much get up ... so slowly... looks like a force is trying to make him stay in the floor... he comes towards meh while the others stare, eyes crying silently... but the silence makes the tears make 'plop .. Plop... Plop' when the hit the ground.
'I guess it didn't work huh?'
'I'm sorry'. i look at the ground, I am not strong enough to look into his eyes. Mine are completly wet anyway.
'You don't have to do this, just remember our song: You're not alone! You got us... You can stay here.. You might have more problems after'
I can't talk anymore. My mouth is paralyzed, but not because of the cold air. I have decided to face it. Yes it has taken meh a while to realize this is the only thing I can do.
The other ones approach, the encircle meh. We hug.. this is the first time I can hear the heart-beating of my friends so loud... it just feels like every time I have to move, to go away.
This is our last hug, last kisses... The last one I would probably ever gonna give to them.


With a broken heart I turn around. It's pure suffer ... but I have no choice.
i feel like my feet don't wanna walk me anymore ...
I could drown in my tears now, and someone could follow meh just by following the wet traces on the floor.


I walk up the stairs. At least I arrive where I wanted to go.
I sit. I need to think. It is not too late[/c] ... but is it worth it? I think and think again... I start singing :' your dream of the end, to start all over again' ... ' well I guess this is it' I think loudly.



I take off my Converse. The handfone in my pocket, the Ipod in the other... I just leave them beside my shoes.
Now I take off my jacket... I love this jacket... I arrange it beside the shoes.




I jump on the 1meter high wall.

I stand up. And look at the city.
On top of the roof, the air is so cold and so calm. I take a deep breath.

And close my eyes.

I feel so light... I've always wanted to be a bird..





Rochas: You jump, I jump!