The Cry of a Coyote

          I shivered unintentionally, I couldn't do this anymore. The signs were more than obvious; depression was working its way into my heart, and it wasn't fair. Emotions attacked me every day, but the funny part was, it had only been going on a week. But it's driven me insane, and I wasn't prepared for what was in my future.

          My mind was clear; not in a good way, but a very dangerous one. Nothing was going through my mind, nothing. And the only things that could make their way out of the corner of my mind they never came out of, when nothing else was there to guard it from entering, were things I should never even consider thinking about; very troubling things, naughty things that would be bad for me. Complicated? Life's complicated, hon. Suck it up.

          I closed my eyes for a minute, enjoying the peace of knowing my parents wouldn't be home for hours, that I had the house all to myself. My eyes shooting open, I cocked my head to the side like a lost puppy, but unlike a puppy, I did it in irritation, anger. Of course. I heard the garage door open. I didn't want to be investigated by either one of whoever was home, so I remained on the couch with the TV on for as long as possible before I broke. I pretended to focus on the program.

          "How was your day?" was not the question I wanted to hear right now. But I replied, pushing a smile until she turned around. I waited until she was in another room, and escaped quickly to my room before she could notice. I flipped the lights on, but my finger lingered on the switch. I hesitated, then switched the lights off, opened the window to get some fresh air, and went back to the door, pushing it closed lightly enough for my mother not to hear and come upstairs to inspect.

          I fell face first to my bed. I'd expected a burst of thoughts that would remind me of the memory of earlier today at school, but instead, I was pleased to find there was nothing to think about; my mind was empty. Although this depression would most likely return the following day, sending me into spasms of hatred and betrayal, I decided I'd take this time to enjoy my unusually positive empty mind. The evil thoughts remained in their corners, the positivity guarding them from entering. As I remained with my face buried in the blanket, I noticed sounds I'd never taken the time to notice before: a train click-clacking on its tracks not too far away, the wind wrestling itself, the cry of a coyote.

                                     

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[Coyote Poetry]

A excellent story. Description and detail made the story a pleasure to read. I like the ending. A pleasure to read you word..
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