Friday nights were a bash for me. My mother always had her friends over for some club meet they had every week. My mother wanted me out of the house every time they came, so I hit the town every Friday, enjoying myself, with no protective parents back home texting me every ten seconds.
Friday night had finally come, and I was ready to go clubbing with my girlfriend, Evie. As I was walking downstairs, my mother was sitting in the living room with her friends.
“Ma, I’m going out. See you later.” I said, trying to get out as quickly as possible.
“No, Shawn, wait up!” My mother called out. I sighed, what now? I wa
Razer :: Waiting For the Day by VanishingStarlight, literature
Literature
Razer :: Waiting For the Day
With a few more steps, he reached the edge of the tan, sandy cliff and sat down, draping his legs over the edge as he stared out at the view, his deep blue gaze narrowed as thoughts filled his mind, most of them confusing, none of them comforting. His hands gripped the rocky edge of the cliff he sat upon, not to keep him from falling, but just so that he could hold onto something instead of letting his hands just sit around doing nothing.
For the first time in so long, he was home. It wasn't the same though. It didn't bring him peace the way it used to what seemed like oh so long ago. Being back only brought back bitter memories that he didn