A hand to hold

There are eyes following me everywhere I go.
I can feel them watching me as I walk down the long, quiet, deserted hallway.
It’s like they know a secret about me that I have yet to figure out.
I lower my eyes and quicken my pace.
It feels like a marathon that will never end.
The long winding path through life.
Just to end up broken like a promise.
I see him standing by the door to the outside world.
A dark silhouette of a girl standing next to him.
Holding his hand.
Touching his face.
Tears start to form and fall over the edge of my eyes.
They start streaming down my face uncontrollably and I drop my books by accident.
My blurred vision causing me to fumble with my school books clumsily making more of a mess.
“Here, let me help.”
I look up to see an extended hand.
A hand to pull me up from the darkness swallowing me.
A hand that will hold on till the end,
A hand that will pull me back to safety.
A hand to hold that won’t let go.