Silence was a thing that many people didn't seem the favor. Complete and utter silence was said to be able to drive anyone insane if they encountered it too long. Skylar however wasn't one of those people. Most of the time he preferred to be alone, mostly because he was shy and pretty reserved. However at the same time he slowly became to understand that he was never truly alone. There was another side to him, another life that he was leading and to be honest he thought many times that perhaps this side was all the things that he wasn't.
His black outs seemed more frequent when he came to college, and it wasn't because of the alcohol. His days are far as his memory served him, considered of class, studying and doing activities by himself like playing solitaire or some type of instrument. However there were occasions where he would wake up in places he didn't recognize, with people he didn't know and was being told he did things that he could never imagine.
However at this current time he seemed to have control over himself and he decided to spend some alone time on the roof to read a new book. The title was, "The Five People You Meet in Heaven", and thinking about heaven drew him outside. Looking at the clouds he thought of what heaven would be like, what death would be like. He wasn't afraid of the idea, yet in his mind it wasn't the most promising.
He laid down on his back looking at the sky occasionally while reading. The moment seemed ideal and he thought no one would bother coming up there to disturb him.
His black outs seemed more frequent when he came to college, and it wasn't because of the alcohol. His days are far as his memory served him, considered of class, studying and doing activities by himself like playing solitaire or some type of instrument. However there were occasions where he would wake up in places he didn't recognize, with people he didn't know and was being told he did things that he could never imagine.
However at this current time he seemed to have control over himself and he decided to spend some alone time on the roof to read a new book. The title was, "The Five People You Meet in Heaven", and thinking about heaven drew him outside. Looking at the clouds he thought of what heaven would be like, what death would be like. He wasn't afraid of the idea, yet in his mind it wasn't the most promising.
He laid down on his back looking at the sky occasionally while reading. The moment seemed ideal and he thought no one would bother coming up there to disturb him.
