Empty Sorrow and Regrets

The boy walked through the vast empty hallways. Looking down at the ground, his feat shuffled against the dusty floors. He walked into the large quite room. Hello the tall women said. The boy nodded and continued to walk to his seat. He dropped his books onto the dusty stained black table with a loud bang. It rang through the room but nothing stirred. He pulled out his chair and sat down. He lifted his now dirty books that had rubbed against the filthy table. He sighed. He slumped down into the chair and started at the block walls. More people walked in. Hello another girl said.
Hello 
Are you going to the play?
I don’t know. 
Did you buy a ticket?
Yeah.
Oh.
I am just too lazy to go.
Oh. 
She sat down putting her books onto the table. 
The tall women walked over to their table with a frown on her face. She pointed to several paintings hung upon the wall. She looked backed to the boy and girl. Shes dead. The boy and the girl stared up as their eyes widen but remained glass like. The boy looked over.
What happened.
She found happiness in another way.
Oh.
It happened yesterday morning.
The news hung in the air and yet nothing stirred. The people dragged on with their daily task. The boy sat there no tears coming to his eyes. Sadness but hollow he felt. No rage or anger came to him. Just confusion, sadness, and emptiness. Nothing could be done. Nothing. He put his head down on the dusty table and sighed. 


[This is imitating the style of Cormac McCarthy. The passage I wrote is based on the following events that have happened a couple days ago. I changed most of the events that happened to add onto the the sadness and grieve. If you cannot tell what happened, a girl had committed suicide the day before. She had amazing art talent, dreams, friends, and family too. Yet she couldn't take it anymore and took her life. I don't know all the details nor do I really know the girl but I felt as if I lost a family member for she was from the art district from my school. In honor of her name I decided to write this. It may not be the best way to honor one's death but I couldn't sit at home and do nothing. Unlike other forms of death, when someone take their own life you cant do much. You cant avenge their death or bring a criminal to justice. Instead its a death of regret that you didn't know earlier and that you were not there to help. So to those who read this take a moment to consider the the people around you and the things you say to them. Even if your joking something you say could hurt a person baldly. Not everyone is as happy as they seem.]