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I walk in to are own arena its late the last clock i remember seeing said it was 5:02 i think, i saw it when i stormed out of our frinds ans threw a book and a person i had given our trust a person we had given our time only to find it was a waste..no not a waist if we had helped it was no waste i sigh and draw my clear sword and practices my approach on a wooden dummy with a crudely drawn face on it as i do so i remember the first time we met are friend it was in the school yard in 4 grade.. when life was simple and we spent all of are time in side cleaning to avoided others hoping that we would go noticed but loving it because it was still beater than being at home.. i slash down at the dummy with anger as i remember the pain i got from those that said they would never hurt us. telling us only helped them drive the blade deeper when they turn on us with a drop of a hat. with a twist of my wrist i bring the blade back up removing the head and drop my sword as i turn to the stadium with my eyes wet with tears of those who left us with scares and the few that where ripped from are life by deaths cold grasp and left us feeling cold and empty as we watched are love die night after night in the hell of are mind watching he wither and cry for us behind glass red with blood from are fists as we pounded trying to get to her tears streaming down my face and i colaps as the room goes quite as her heart beats its last and i wale for hours wanting nothing but just to here her one last time.i sit my self down on the bench with a thud as we try to clear are mind and take a step forward and grab the next handle and yank open the next door and move on to the next step.. we sit in silence before we pull up are legs and sit there alone and think of all the times gone past all the good with the bad seeing the light and the dark and togather they make a pitcher of life the good and the bad the sweet and the sour and the beginning of the end.. the last chapter but i remember what she told us you don't start the next book until you read the end of the one before. Each book a new chapter just on a bigger scale, new people, new challenges and new salutations and with ever book you will get smarter and you will only get used to the flow the days the river is calm and the days it threatens to pull you along for the ride but we will all hold strong not wanting to let it push you down we will not give in if we do that will mean we fought for nothing if we just throw it away and just give in to them give in to them those who only want to see you cry. but we stand up and collect are stuff and get ready to leave not going to give in that would mean we lose witch means they win. With my stuff on and sword away not to look back at the damage we could do.. so we will keep it in bury it deep down and from a bag by the door we pull out a smiling theater mask the only face we wan't people to see one with a smile little do they know we feel broke... shatterd