He was lying on his bed, his arms folded behind his neck.
Staring into space made him sigh.
“Oh my, I’m so damn bored…”
The ceiling wasn’t that interesting, he thought wearily.
It was raining outside, raindrops crackled on the window, leaving a network of waterways behind. The rain fit his mood entirely.
“Nothing to do… absolutely nothing…”, he murmured and rubbed his eyes.
“I’m so bored. I could play video games… hm… nah, I don’t want to. ‘n my friends are all gone”, he made a grimace, “God, it’s getting worse every damn year. What’s wrong with that? I’m bored” The boy snarled. “Everything is pissing me off right now… everything sucks…”
He rose from his bed and walked to the window, watching some raindrops having a race with each other. “Everything has to end someday, the rain will end soon, too, I guess… since the sun appears sometimes behind those thick grey clouds”
His gaze wandered around, glancing at people outdoors walking in colourful rain capes and with umbrellas in hands. They looked busy somehow. And the most important thing was, they weren’t walking alone.
He yawned. “That’s also boring” His fingertips touched the glass of the window. It was cold.
Abruptly he backed up. “Something needs to change. I need a change. Or I’m dying…” He rolled his eyes, bent down, put up his jacket and moved to the door. For a second or two he took a look at the wooden door. “A change…” He opened the door and rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. A paper note glided through the air and landed softly on the ground. In anxious letters there were some patters, poems and sayings written down on it. One of those was:
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.
