This is my free write I did for class. We were allowed to write about anything. After watching a movie about drunk driving and teenage suicide on lifetime this came out. I originally wrote this in eighth grade but rewrote it this year to see how different it would come out. I like it even though I am not convinced it is the best I can do.

The chilly wind seemed to blow as if it was trying to play a game with the ancient trees. The massive existences proved nature's dominance over the man made objects that were nestled into the lush green grass. This place almost seemed like it was severed from time and the surrounding world that the trees blocked out. This place would be pleasant even joyful as if you should see children running along the grass laughing without a care in the world. But this place was far from that. It's presence brought respect out in everyone except maybe a few robustious teens. When entering the place you felt a veil of silence being put over you. Words that were spoken were said softly.

I stood in this place on a cold May afternoon. My being seemed out of place after standing there for so long just staring at what was in front of me. The setting sun was the only reminder that time still did exist even in places like these. I've never seen an animal in this place, not even an insect. They knew all to well the power that resides over it. My tears lingered down from my eyes, to the side of my nose, and finally onto my lips where they ended. My tears were the only smell I cared to smell. Warm and moist with a hint of salt. The best therapeutic smell that ever could exist in my opinion.

Cool tears stained my arms as my warm body battled against the silky algidity in front of me. I was surprised by how formidable my composition was. Before coming here I thought I would break down but I held myself together. Even if it was just because of the algidity my body was battling against. I never thought I would be standing in this place. No one ever thinks about standing in this place unless they are a hopeless pessimist. Eventually everyone ends up here to finally rest.

At the beginning of this year I could never have imagined certain events happening but they all did. Each one tearing away the black and white world that I saw. A world caked in innocence. Now I see the world with all it's vivid colors. Their impressive and overwhelming state make this world slightly more scary to live in than before. The colors even have smells. Like the smell of alcohol and the horrid way it stuck onto someone's breathe. Or the ear splitting sound of the color that came from hearing someone's contemplation of suicide.

Everyone eventually sees these colors and lose some if not all of that black and white world. Each person's story is different. Alone any of us could look like the bad guy or the person who caused all the suffering the colored world has to offer. But together you see the full story and how each person slowly led to their our salvation or destruction. For you see in my small understanding that's how life plays out. You can't blame other people for anything. Things happen because they happen. No one can change events and dwelling is just useless. You have to take the steps to eventually accept what happened and use it as strength not as some weight attached to you.

"Ein..." I heard her whisper my name softly and it emerged me from my thoughts for just a second. The algidity was the girl in front of me. Her usually warm body cold. For she stood in front of something that brought her immense pain and sadness. Something that was put there two days ago. She didn't say anything else and we just stood there in the cemetery. Both of us just staring at the grave.

The grave marked the place of a decaying body that lied six feet under. The body was slowly rotting away and it being there almost showed disrespect to the person who once possessed it. I held my friend close to me and heard her sobbing. I could do nothing now. Sometimes when you think of it you never expect people to get into the car after drinking. Or for them to make a mistake. Maybe, just maybe you never thought that you out of all drivers could get into a car accident while the person that was throwing up in the back seat didn't care to attach a seat-belt to the buckle. But it was people like you, that never did think, that killed people like him. Like my friend's brother.

Then people like me are stuck with the emotions that tend to plague our nightmares. Grief, sadness, and a terrible welling that starts in your stomach and seems to soak the rest of your cells. When someone dies they aren't the only one who die. No that would be much to black and white. Instead you see the grief of a mother, the tears of a sister, and then you get the thoughts of a friend. The thoughts that I held so precariously to.