I needed more, more! I threw the book across the dimly lit, wooden attic. The book hit a stack of old newspapers. I tore open yet another book. Nothing would give me my answers.
    Why did I feel the need to care for Lucy? Why could I not get Alexander out of my head?
    There were pages, and pages of the thought process, but nothing to explain what I felt! Why could no one manage to capture these feelings, and explain them?
    A knock on the door interrupted me. “What?” I snapped.
    “It is past midnight, Damien. Come to bed,” a dit Grey through the door.
    “I’ll come when I want to. Now, go away!” Could she not understand I was confused, and angry? She possessed such naivety.
    “Fine!” Grey yelled. I heard her storm down the steps. Then I heard her bedroom door slam. I let out a puff of air.
    Then I threw another book against the wall. I kicked the whole stack of books, and watched as they toppled over. I threw myself onto the floor, and began crying.

Memories,
Confusion,
So many thoughts,
The end is near,
The darkness coming,
Now its here,
The montrer is over,
The lights are off,
We now say goodnight,
Goodbye,
As we begin 2 open the new chapter

It hurts at first,
Will the changes be extreme?
Please, just tell me,
This was only a dream,
I want to go back,
To relive this again,
This high point in life,
It can't end.

The stage lights dimmed,
The leaving spoke,
With happy faces on,
But tears in their eyes,
This montrer is over,
Now go home.