The world is not black and white, more so tones of gray, which is exactly what I feel. Gray, lifeless, I feel myself trudge unwillingly through the next month. I think this is what true sadness is. My heart hurts, and I don't want to get up. I finally pass my drivers test, and my license is nothing more than a piece of plastic. I can't stand how happy everyone else is. Tyler especially. He started dating Jamie a week ago. She, no doubt wanted to make me jealous. Cody is moving, officially. He'll be moving to Colorado. This makes me sadder. His father, business man who was never home, was moving him and his sister because he got a new job opportunity. Everything is flipped upside-down. I begin to hate everything. It's not fair, plain and simple. It's not fair that Grandpa died, it's not fair that Grandma is all alone, it's not fair that Cody's being picked up and moved. I need to blow off steam. I walk outside the house, not bothering to tell anyone, I just need to let go or I'm going to explode. I walk to the woods behind Grandma's house and scream so loud birds fly and I can't recognize my own voice. This one is animalistic, it's angry and ready to hurt something. I keep walking the path, still unsatisfied. As I walk down the dirt path, worn down by feet, where Grandpa and I traveled for years, I hear a rustling. I freeze wondering who it was- Suddenly, I'm on the ground, and my world is fuzzy, except for a dark figure...and darkness swallows me.