Medication

She looked at the pills in the compartment labeled W.

She had to swallow them, choke on them, like an adult.

you have to. You just have to. You either get over it and keep living with the pain in your throat, and less physical pain in your heart, or you die.

Or you never grew at all. You never would grow in their memories either. Static. You would be static.

crush crushed Crushing

"____ has found another one in that 1%, but he died hundreds of years ago."

I really like the setup of those status things. I think it's a very strange sign of self realization when you actually put something that... means something there.



Back to the point. This boy has one of the most famous names of all time. He spoke the most easily recognized, yet least understood words, and he himself is completely misunderstood or ignored. My classmates often call him a "chicken."

Hamlet. Hamlet, who I have appreciated so much. He thinks as I do, he acts as I would, and he finally... dies as I will?

I don't understand. Is the fate of the thinker death?

I don't know the answers.

This is the climax of my act.

Everything is ending; the characters are noticing things.

The mother walks into the room after hearing the crying
The friends leave each other for the night
The boy declines
And the couple who were destined for one another depart in different directions.

The girl does something different
and reunites with old friends
while losing current ones.

All the summer friends disappear.
The recluse makes friends somewhere else
The brother moves away
and the father dies.

The passerby don't notice
and the classmates don't either
The boyfriend doesn't understand

And all I can do is watch
and understand

but understanding is useless
empty