It's okay.

I kneed there. On the wet grass. Hot tears went down my cheeks. I was weak, broken, done with everything. I didn't know what just happened but I was happy. It finally was over. As I was kind of calm, I stood up, grabbed my bag pack and the wood pole and hobbled myself off the football field. The streets were empty and wet but at least the sun was shining. My knee was bleeding and my head spinning. The back pack on my bruised shoulders. The pole grinded along by me. Something slid down my forehead. I thought it was sweat. I touched it. Blood. A sigh escaped my dry throat. All I wanted was just to head home now. I crossed the street. Didn't even did the effort to look up. The street was empty anyway and if I would be hit by a truck, I wouldn't care. My family members died, my friends moved away and my boyfriend left me. I have nothing. I have nobody. It's just me so why should my soul not leave me too? Ugh. I hobbled down the street. The head down low. My eyes burned. I cried earlier. My feet hurted. In my eye corner I saw two people. A couple. The woman was tall and had long perfectly falling strawberry blonde hair. The man was as tall as she was and had short blue hair. He talked really hysterically about something. I think it was about his baseball game on the last Monday. The girl just always nods and looked down at her rosé colored phone. It was just like an old cliché but I didn't thought any longer about that and walked past them. I reached the end of the street. The single next way was across the main street. It was a very large street to cross but I was okay with it. I started to hobble my way to the other side. Used the pole to hold myself on my own two feet but somehow, I felt anyway. I kneed there. On the middle of this dirty street. I sight. I heard footsteps. Someone comes closer to me. A man. He kneed besides me. His left hand rested on my shoulder; the other hand lifted my head up to him. He wore a sly white shirt. His black curls were perfectly styled. No split ends or something like that. I looked into his mysteriously shiny green eyes. There was nothing. No hope or life. They were empty... He smiled at me. His smile was friendly and soft. I heard some noises from the back. The noises were quiet at first but then they were getting louder and louder. It sounded like a very loud honk. The man looked in my eyes, smiled and said: "It's okay." and then everything went black.