I wrote this a few weeks ago. I haven't posted anything here in a while, so I'll start off with this. Hope you enjoy it.
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Have you ever felt like no one sees you? Like you’re a ghost in your own world? I like it that way. I like the way you don’t have to care about what anyone else thinks or says. I like how you can live the way you want, with no cares about the world.
Matt lifted the pencil up off the book once again, and reread the thoughts that flooded his mind. They weren’t like the dreams he could never remember. They felt like the memories he had locked away. He broke them out, and continued to scratch at the paper.
I seemed to know when people notice me. I guess it was because people rarely did. But no one ever got close to me. Not like Amy anyway. Not after the accident. People seem to want to stay away from me now. Maybe so they won’t have the burden of being around someone who had been through what I had. That’s what their faces say at least. I could always read people’s faces. Even Amy’s at first.
Matt glanced at the photo with the smirking girl. She could always find a reason to smile. Matt just laughed at the sight of her naturally red hair.
She quite literally walked into my life, wanting a seat next to me in Art one day. She was the new girl who found trouble while trying to avoiding it. She gave me cause for my drawing, even if she didn’t know it. She just happened to sit next to the commonly known secret.
Matt pressed his eyes shut. His one truly strong memory flashed inside his mind. He felt the familiar stickiness on his hands, and chocked on the smell he would never forget. Even though it was washed away so long ago, he always felt the blood on his hands.
“You never told me why you distance yourself from people?” Amy’s voice echoed through his head. The only time he’d ever have that conversation.
“I have my reasons,” Matt told her, knowing she would never give up that easily.
“I seem to be the only person who ever talks to you. I’ve been here for three weeks and have never seen anyone else near you,” she pried.
“Maybe I’m just the one who avoids everyone else.”
“What are you hiding from the world?”
“The world knows. It’s just been buried in the dust.” Amy sighed and laid her hand on his.
“You need to talk about it,” she said as tears welled up in his eyes.
“One day, my little brother and I were walking home. We were mucking around. He never saw the car. I tried to push him away, but…The car only shattered my arm, but he didn’t make it. He died in my arms with his blood on my hands.” Matt felt Amy’s arms rap around. He never wanted her to let go.
Matt got up from the desk where he had been writing. His old body felt stiff and withered. He wondered if it was just a coincident that she died on the same day as his brother. At least he got to say goodbye before she too left.
what an awfully lovely thing to post! You communicated pretty much everything really well, like Matt's pain and loss, and how he shut everything away. And you kept it really precise and concise, two things which should never be without each other. So well done 
I did, however, manage to find a couple of tiny tiny slips that you probably just missed (I know I do, and then I hand whatever it was to my teacher and it comes back covered in red pen and I'm like 'huh? I proof-read this! twice!')
