Alone

Skye Maelstrom Faust

There are just some days that I make a horrifying wish. It's not something that the ordinary sane person would even think about. Not every day do I even consider the option. But it does come up.

I wish I was alone.

I think to myself that no one will ever understand me. No one cares for who I am or what I do or what I can learn. I am merely another face to them. A number in a crowd is all I will ever be. And on days like today I couldn't agree more.

I should be left alone.

I am pitiful excuse for a human being, the way I treat my friends, the way I treat myself. I could barely claim to be a living creature. You certainly could never tell by the way I acted that I was a man.

I deserve to be left alone.

When the friends I have leave me, I always go out and make new friends. After all, I have a charming personality. It makes people laugh. It makes them cry.

I couldn't be left alone.

But it wouldn't matter. Any friends I make would leave me eventually. They and everyone else.

I am and have always been...

Alone.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This story is a copyright of Skye Maelstrom Faust (Michael Woods), 1998. All rights reserved.