Tristan Had Always Felt Alone...

Tristan had always felt alone. His school was full of people with shiny blonde hair, green eyes that shine like emeralds, tan golden skin, perfect model-like bodies, which he envied and drooled over like a perv. He instead had dark black hair with tuffts of brown -unfortunately also of a dark shade, he had grey eyes that matched the shadows under his eyes, bruises painted his pale skin though he never really knew where they came from and how he got them, he was lanky and tall, bony next to all the muscular jocks in the changing rooms during physical education. 

He hated dark colours and sadness. He learned this after he tried -and failed- to hang out with the emo and goth kids. He never fit in anywhere. He had bleached his hair so he could dye it blond and fit in with the hot popular guys at school, but it came out a gross orange colour, which he immediately dyed back to black without a second thought. He watched people hang out together at cafes in loud groups, laughing and talking about themselves and each other as he sat in the quiet and dark corner. It's not his fault that shadows seemed to follow him everywhere, that when he walked into a room, it went quiet and stayed quiet till 3 minutes of his existence there had passed, and he was forgotten again, as everyone went back to yapping on about their lives. He was scared of everything, but especially of the dark, the thing that ruined his life and followed him everywhere.

He had never been lucky with romance or friendships. He had managed to be friends with a girl called Brittany once, till one night she turned the lights off in her room and slid her hands up onto his cheeks. Tristan had then proceeded to yelp and fall off the bed because he mistook her for a monster. Later that night, as he lay in his dimly-lit room, he figured out what he had pathetically scattered away from was a kiss, what could've been his romantic first kiss. He then sobbed all night long.

It was the last day of summer as he lay in the woods unconscious. He had spent every day in those woods since it was better than being home alone because at least the woods were pretty, so he could sit in the woods alone with the pretty view. He rubbed his eyes as he came to. He looked around at what used to be the pretty forest. It was now scary and dark, with odd and eerie sounds erupting from the depths of its core.

He felt his heartbeat pick up as he sat up straight. He had fallen asleep when he was reading his book under the sunlight, but now there was no sunlight, only moonlight. Moonlight, which had birthed vampires and werewolves. He swallowed hard as he started walking back home. At least that's where he hoped he was going. In the dark, he couldn't really see anything, and he didn't know where he was headed. He walked slowly, then faster and faster till he was sprinting, his arms hugged his torso tightly, the way no one had ever held him. He mimicked what he had seen people do to give comfort to each other. As he ran, he bumped into a tree causing a leaf to fall onto his shoulder. Mistaking it for a hand, he screamed and ran as fast as he could. His every breath felt heavy, as heavy as his footsteps, which seemed to drag him deeper into the woods until, splash!!

He felt the water of a lake surround him, cold and wet as he struggled. He didn't know how to swim. Cold, quiet and dark, his scared heart was about to leap out of his chest. He screamed just to try and make some noise, to break this awful silence he had grown accustomed to, the sound of his own fear personified was better than the quiet he thought, yet no sound came out, just bubbles, bubbles and more bubbles. He winced as he felt his throat start to hurt and his head start to lighten. Tears bubbled up in his eyes, mimicking the bubbles escaping his lungs. As his back hit the sandy floor he watched through blurry eyes as fish swam away from him as to not be crushed. He wept like he always had, pathetically and helplessly, feelings he knew well but never as personally as this. At least he thought he was crying. It's hard to tell underwater when you're surrounded by what could be millions of teardrops. 

He always thought he'd outgrow this awkward silence and gloom, he never imagined it would follow him to his death, but maybe this was just his destiny. He was born dull and now he'd die dull. God, would anyone even remember him? He could see his funeral now, just his aunt, who took care of him and loved him more than anyone ever had. No friends, no lovers, no one. This was the most popular he had ever been, with fish surrounding him as they inspected him. It was laughable, really! Not even fishes were intimidated by him, just curious about the loser who had crashed into their home. He shut his eyes, his body trembling as his lungs filled with water. Tristan had always felt alone, and now was no different.



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