MIDNIGHT

He wondered how he had got to that point. Sitting on the cold concrete in the middle of the night with a blunt in his hand.

He could not understand people and how people with no imagination lived like. He had to believe that things were going to be okay if they were not going to be. Imagining things kept him alive because life was too boring. Nothing he thought about would ever become a reality.

Life would never be like that because it was just an imagination like magic was like. In reality, he was just a depressed kid with a lot of issues that he was not willing to face. He had friends but he felt like he was always alone.