Sidewalk Bleeding Journal Entries
Journal Entry: On The Sidewalk Bleeding
Never had I thought laying down would bring me such agony. Yet there I was. Back against the cold pavement and excruciating pain tearing through my body. I tried not to think too much about my situation for every thought felt as though the knife was tearing through me once more. Ripping at my flesh.
How laughable to be put in such a situation with not a single person in sight. It’s as if I couldn’t find a more convenient place to be stabbed.
Rain had begun to fall. Filling my ears with the sound of water hitting against tin roofs, and trashcans. The weather, a perfect reflection of my emotions. Somewhere in the pattern of the rain rose something else, a crashing and uneasy sort of noise. Letting my eyes focus, I saw the outline of a man. Larger set, and round around the middle. In his hands he held a bottle, and judging by his clumsy composure and inability to walk in a straight line, it held more than just apple juice. …show more content…
Great. I thought. The only person I see happens to be a drunk. How lovely.
I tried to respond. Ask for help, something. But no comprehensible words seemed to be escaping my mouth. After equally mumbled dialogue from the intoxicated man I assumed he would offer no aid. Just as the same as I wished someone would appear, I now wished this drunk of a person would go away.
Once he did it was just me, the alley, and the coat on my back. Thinking of the warmth it brought me, I examined it. Regal purple now dyed red with blood. All integrity it held dispersed.. Where are they now? I asked myself. I was like a king without a crown, a man without his girl, and a Royal without his people. They’re the reason I’m in this
Never had I thought laying down would bring me such agony. Yet there I was. Back against the cold pavement and excruciating pain tearing through my body. I tried not to think too much about my situation for every thought felt as though the knife was tearing through me once more. Ripping at my flesh.
How laughable to be put in such a situation with not a single person in sight. It’s as if I couldn’t find a more convenient place to be stabbed.
Rain had begun to fall. Filling my ears with the sound of water hitting against tin roofs, and trashcans. The weather, a perfect reflection of my emotions. Somewhere in the pattern of the rain rose something else, a crashing and uneasy sort of noise. Letting my eyes focus, I saw the outline of a man. Larger set, and round around the middle. In his hands he held a bottle, and judging by his clumsy composure and inability to walk in a straight line, it held more than just apple juice. …show more content…
Great. I thought. The only person I see happens to be a drunk. How lovely.
I tried to respond. Ask for help, something. But no comprehensible words seemed to be escaping my mouth. After equally mumbled dialogue from the intoxicated man I assumed he would offer no aid. Just as the same as I wished someone would appear, I now wished this drunk of a person would go away.
Once he did it was just me, the alley, and the coat on my back. Thinking of the warmth it brought me, I examined it. Regal purple now dyed red with blood. All integrity it held dispersed.. Where are they now? I asked myself. I was like a king without a crown, a man without his girl, and a Royal without his people. They’re the reason I’m in this