You don't see them for most of the day. It is nice. You have a great time, but the most important part is that you are free, so free. Like all good things, though, it comes to an end. You wait for them on the sunny hill. You witness their approach almost in slow motion-- nothing is amiss besides the amber liquid each holds, and the "merry" way they link arms. After a brief exchanging of words you part ways again, thinking nothing of it.

HOW NAÏVE YOU ARE. HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED WHAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF BY NOW?

First simple anger, then hate, followed by embarrassment on their behalf-- shame on your own. Pity darkens the eyes of your peers. Anxiety, fear, depression, but anger always burns the brightest of them all. Yet as you write this you have become

                                                        NUMB.