Worldwatching I open my parents’ bedroom window, the entrance to the fire escape. I have been sweeping my bedroom and I need to shake the dust out of the little red carpet I keep on my floor.Worldwatching11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I climb through the window and have a look around because this is my first time out here in several weeks. It is a Saturday afternoon in November and the air is crisp. I will be walking my dog later; I will be seeing friends later; but so far this is my first time outside. I’ve been only indoors today, doing homework, washing dishes, sweeping. It’s too cold to be outside without a reason.
There are no clouds in the sky. I look west, where I see Riverside Park and its orange trees illuminated by the sunlight. I look east toward Broadway, where I see two boys running down the block: one chasing the other. &
chapter 1 part 2Now I see that this wonderful place of freedom, is actually a prison. I watched as even the most ambitious of people, became regulars at the old legion bar. My own brother, forgetting about his dreams of sports scholarships, and surrendering all of his money into gaming consoles. My little sister, born into this hell, slowly forgetting how to speak properly, slurring her words, trying to "speak like Faith" the eldest of our siblings. I seemed to be the only one aware that we where throwing our lives away. I wrote Poem after poem in a huge three subject notebook, detailing how hopeless we all where. I hid it, for fear of someone finding it and being offended. I couldn't help but fall into depression when I saw a young girl, practically naked trying to sell herself on a street corner. I felt so trapped. It didn't help that I was one of the whitest kids in town. I was alone, and afraid of the future. Afraid that I would be stuck just like my friends, just like my family, just like my ancechapter 1 part 28 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This