I don't know if you have ever seen a dead man walking, and to be honest I don't know if I have either. The one thing I do know is that sliding off the ice was the least of my worries that day.
I swerved around the corner, still flustered after the incident just moments earlier. What I would see next was far more upsetting.
I sat there, no more than ten feet away from a man who was dead. He had been murdered, yet there he was. He didn't say anything, just looked right at me with raw pain welling in his eyes. In an instant he was gone. His pain was my own, and suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed the one thing Mr. Evans and I both lacked, love.
Spending every last ounce of energy I had, I crawled up the stairs to my apartment.
No music filled the void. I searched through every CD, every disc I picked up I put right back. All my life music had been an escape. A method in which to cope. When I lost my Mom, I had nobody. My dad never called, never texted, didn't even show up for my graduation, but I still had his stupid Walkman. Whenever I called, his manager would answer and "delivered the message." I knew it wasn't true. Even if he did do it, my father would never care.. All he ever cared about was himself and writing music. I just wish I could give him a piece of my mind, let him know that his only son hated his very existence, but I could still turn to music, until now.
At least, I gave up. If I hadn't found anything yet, I wasn't going to. I needed to just sleep everything over, It was a new day. The high school finally went back to school on Monday, and it was already Sunday afternoon. I spent the whole day cleaning every inch of that school.
By the time I left the building, the sun had set, but the light hadn't. I glanced at my watch, the minute hand ticked back and forth. The stars painted the sky into a neon mosaic, constantly swirling into new shapes and constellations. I had one CD left to try, I put the medley on and laid on the hood of my car and watched. The entire canvas of the sky unfolded before me. Suddenly a knife cut through the sky and the two halves would no longer meet. I drifted away, I don't know for how long. Minutes? Hours? An eternity in a single moment. And then it all stopped.
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