The things you do when you’re alone

As he sat in a park he realised just how attentive the wind was but just how distant people passing by, seemed.

His frustration with his family and his girlfriend came back to him, and soon he wilted down on the bench scrolling through pictures of women.

A leaf fell in front of him and as he glanced at it a lady walked by with nothing to the imagination, he picked himself up, his body being pulled but his mind uncertain.

‘Sorry.’ Was the only thing he could muster up, as he walked by her side. Feeling his eyes out of focus looking from her chest to her face, he cleared his throat.

‘I don’t think it’s okay for you to be this sexy.’

‘Who said it was okay for you to walk with me, are you lost?’

He came to his senses and looked ahead but choosing not to leave her side, he was adamant that he would get something for his trouble. He wanted to punish himself for feeling useless and punish her for choosing anything put respect.

His girlfriend that is, not the stranger next to him. Then the phone rang.

‘Babe come on, I miss you’

‘No you don’t, you told me last month that you would be fine without me’

‘That was after you told me that your co-worker was hotter than me’

‘I was upset’

‘At what?’

‘I don’t know, okay. I’ll call you back’

It was times like these when Paul would run away. He had these urges and these thoughts in his head that seemed to work together to create choas, and wherever he created chaos, he didn’t want to be.

He would never call her back, he will never tell her that he wanted all three of them and if only he had that freedom, he would be happy. But back at the Red Barn he had five of them, and yet he went to the bridge and jumped off but survived and now his darkness is spilling into the bra of the living.

Back at the bench he sat and played with his zipper, in the corner of his eyes were 5 cans of beer and he heard a grumbling stomach. As he felt the pang of hunger he looked on towards the blue house on the other side of the park, about 400 metres from where he sat, he squinted but he couldn’t see if anyone was coming out of the house.

What if she s-

Silver threw her phone out of the window and the regret never came. She crawled into bed and allowed herself to think of the worst until her emotions were shut off.

I won the fight, she thought. Back at the park Paul was stumbling along toward the blue house, he stepped out too soon and almost got ran over. Fumbling for the key, the door opened and his sister was looking up at him and with nothing to say she stepped back.

As he tried to get up the stairs, his sister left the house and there was no one there to guard the walls from screams, thunder and chaos but Paul and Silver.