Looking up I take a few steps ahead of me, its my turn now. Its my turn to say a final goodbye, its my turn to let her go. But I don’t want to. She should be here with me. Times like this make me really wonder if there is a god, Or if at the very least hope for humanity.

I set a yellow rose on top of the closed casket. She loved roses, yellow ones. She said they reminded her of the sun and the promises it gave. “Light is life” she would tell me when id make fun of her odd obsession. Im trying not to cry, and its only making it worst.

Walking away from the casket with a “love you” and a sigh I wonder about the world. There has to be someone out there, at this very moment I can feel it. Someone who will save us all. It might not make sense right now, but I know there’s hope somehow. I could easily be wrong, but right now that’s all I have to hang onto.

“Where are you?” I whisper in the air before walking towards the black limo.

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“uuuugggghhhh!!!!!” I scream out. I’m in the middle of nowhere, there can’t be anyone within at least a thousand miles and still I can hear everything, everyone. Kicking at the sand beneath my feet before sitting down slowly.  

I don’t know what to do. I’m no idiot, I know that I could really help people if I tried. But I don’t know how to control what I do sometimes. I found out rather early in life I was different. Looking at me you couldn’t tell. But I am different.

When I was younger I could never get  hurt as a child. Not one skid knee or even a scratch from trying to climb trees or anything else I thought would be fun to try.

I didn’t understand it. I still don’t completely, but I do understand that I’m different. But I’m scared. Sure I can do amazing things, but it’s scary to think once I start, I’m going to have the weight of the world on my shoulders. Literally and figuratively .

“Where are you?” I look around, but I don’t see anyone. I hear them, much clearer than all the other sounds though.