Everywhere is Lonely. And then You Die.
I stared up at the moon from where I stood. All alone in the middle of the empty, inclined street. The lights from each of the houses were off and no cars were driving down the hilled road. It was dark out and the sky had more stars than I have ever imagined, but I focused only on the moon. Maybe what Robert had told me was really true. That if I stood on the edge of my bed, looked up, and wished with all my heart, the moon would take me away from my world. From my worries. My troubles and fears. I wasn't standing on the edge of my bed, but I hoped it would work anyways.
'Please.' I wished inside my head, hoping the moon would hear my plea. The first and final wish I would ever ask of it. 'Please.' I begged harder. 'Just take me away from here.' I closed my eyes and wished stronger, but nothing happened. I continued to stand there, tilted slightly sideways on that hill, all alone. Maybe it had to be a full moon for it to work. Or even a new moon? Tears slid down my face and I begged again, imagining myself being swept away from this spot so suddenly and flying towards the moon, leaving everything - and everyone - behind. But it didn't work.
"Of course it wouldn't work." I said to myself in a low, thick voice that was a result from the accumulated saliva from my crying. I still didn't want to give up. I kept looking at the sky, willing everything around me away.
"What are you doing?" I heard a voice say behind me. I turned my head to the left where the voice was coming from. Jackson. One of the people I was trying to wish away, was walking down the hill towards me.
"I'm trying to go to the moon." I said aggressively. I didn't know why I told him the truth. He stood beside me and looked up. "It would be awfully lonely up there, don't you think?"
"I don't care. That's what i want." We stood in silence for a bit, both slightly inclined and looking up.
"Well, there's no gravity or oxygen up there, you'll probably end up dying in the first minute."
"I don't mind." More silence.
"There are no friends up there." He tried again. I looked down at him, very seriously. "There are none down here either."
He took in a breath of the warm summer night air and continued to stare up at the sky. We stood there like that for a while, until I finally decided that I would try to make my wish again later and continued my way down the hill towards the beach. The cursed beach where it all began. I walked into the sand in my sneakers and jeans, throwing sand up everywhere every time I took a step. Jackson stayed on the hill, or maybe he went home. I didn't know, much less care. All that mattered was that he left me alone.
I stomped all the way to the shoreline and sat down a few feet away from the waves, took off my bag and pulled out my laptop, one of the things I've managed to save from the others when they jumped me and broke all my shit. Friends my ass. If I can't wish myself away from this cruel world, I'll fix it.