𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝚂 𝚂𝚆𝙸𝚁𝙻 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙻𝙳, the sky was a musk grey with the clouds covering most of the entire sky up, some of the dusk pink sky showing throughout the small gaps you could see every now and then.. the grass was long and hard to walk through, the flowers being the same length or even longer, both seeming so soft and wet from the previous rainstorm.

Fallen leaves from the brown leaves, falling down and blowing with the wind from some nearby trees, crunched from below a pair of brown boots.. the shoes belonged to a young teenage boy going by the name 'Nikolas Jones' he was pretty skinny with pale grimed skin and greasy white hair, the clothes he wore were long and quite baggy; A long sleeved white shirt, blowing freely with the breeze and black trousers to keep him warm. An overall bland outfit but it clothed him and that's all that mattered.

As he continued walking around the flowered, grassy field he stopped with a sigh, looking around the flowers.. while everything else seemed so saturated the petals of the poppy's and various other flowers were not. it seemed rather, that they were more brighter than the gloomy atmosphere around the boy.

He watched as the flowers moved almost freely with the breeze, with a faint frown he allowed his arms to fall to the sides of his body with an audible sigh. it seemed even the flowers weren't as free as most would assume, being trapped under the soil, forced to blow wherever the wind did.. just like him he supposed, though he had the slightest more freedom than that...

"..shit, what am i doing?" he mumbled to himself, hanging his head further as he clenched his hands. "i don't want this." he muttered, talking to himself as he narrowed his eyes to the grass below.. he never asked to be here, he wouldn't have existed if he had the choice in it anyway.. especially with that shithole of a father he held.

He groaned silently, shaking his head as he tried getting rid of those negative thoughts of his, he came here for an escape.. he wasn't just going to let him come back and take control.. As the boy got himself as collected as possible, he lowered himself to the ground, careful as to not kill any of the sweet looking flowers as he crossed his legs and simply sat there.

....

how long has past?

it seemed like hours..

but then again, time seemed to go faster when in reality it's slower..

...

what was he doing?

did he seriously just leave the house, just to come to a field of all places?

.. talk about a shitty life escape.

he felt nothing knew.

still the same..

empty.

The sky continued to dim as time passed on, the boy now laying on the grass as he stared up to the grey clouded sky with a rather blank expression. "..if only i was up there.." he whispered to himself, extending a hand upward as if he was trying so hard to reach up to the sky above.

he couldn't however, as he slowly curled his fingers into the palm of his hands he sighed and had it softly fall and rest on his chest.. it was in eyes sight yet someplace completely unreachable, he's tried many ways after all.. all of which, seemed to fail.. he wouldn't be surprised at this point if even death rejected his mere appearance.

he just wished there was some other way to leave this place.. the world around him that is.. it wasn't like nothing good ever came from it, with the pretty bad household he lived in and the environment he grew up in and the friends that everybody always said were a 'second family' being total assholes.. and just.. the thought of living throughout life itself, everything always ended up badly so why live through it? why deal with it?

he didn't have anything to use in order to vent, writing in a book leaves him in a pretty vulnerable position if anybody found that out, a phone could easily be hacked and his friends were snakes that would happily use his feelings and personal information against him.. the only place he felt safe and comfortable were, well.. right where he was..

laying down in a flower filled field, tearing falling down his cheeks without even him noticing while the soft breeze twirls around and oddly enough, creates a peaceful song while doing so.

but now, even that has grown weak.. he felt like he had nothing anymore. he himself felt like nothing. there was little to no emotions or thoughts running around his head anymore..it was simply, nothing.

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Word count: 777

Extra notes: An original character of mine,
being honest i think it might be honest
that i based Nikolas around myself
(mainly giving his name)
But i'll give him more of a character thing
later on so you can know more about him <3

Short story based on:
Ever seen a picture and just felt things based on it?
that's what this was ^^