Dyeing fighting spirit

"When will this all end?"
The area was dark, with an air of depression as the moon shown the through gym windows. I stood close to the middle of the giant room not knowing why I was here. Before I appeared before the darkened room I was in a long limo with a thick mysteries fog surrounding the abnormal car. That is where I saw the newspaper title, Printed in bold letters, "Teenager’s last walk home" A sudden flash of a car looms in front of me as if I was witnessing this tragedy as it happened. The car was a Sedan with tinted windows and a deep sea blue coat. As I saw the teen roll over the hood of the car I wanted to move to where he was about to hit the pavement, I wanted to run and stop this tragedy from happening but my legs refused to move. As I saw the teenager inches from the hard crusted earth I saw his face, it looked not scared, not angry, but sad. He looked as though the one thing in his life that was the most precious fade away like dust. That's when I noticed that his face was mine; a sudden downing of sadness hit me like a rock hitting water.
Sudden realization rippled though me from that impact as I stuttered; no words could describe my shock at the realization that leered over me like murky water. Tears started to drop from my face, "what about my parents? What about my first love? What about my relatives? What will happen to them now that I hurt them by dyeing? Sudden gilt ripped at me like claws racking a post, dragging long jagged ends to cut out the odd end. I felt like fading from existents, I couldn't bear to hurt others just because I wasn't there to help them cope. I let down those close to me, I feel cheep, a dime a dozen, I didn't even get to tell the ones I loved how much they truly meant to me. As I woolen in my despair the limo slowly faded to the gym at midnight. Drifting to its center to bath in moon light, this is where I met him, this is where I can be happy and forget.
A slow platform rows from the ground beneath me as I sat there. The platform formed to a square like ring, with ropes all around its edges, I sat at the edge of this stage when I noticed a stuffed bear in the center of the ring. I slowly hovered to the bear, not knowing what it could mean. The bear was worn with years of tear beyond its years looking sadly at my pale face for reassurance, the tears never ending, streaking off my face fist bulging with regret. The walls made a loud crash as if the foundation was about to fall, I looked to see giant fists indent the walls, noticing the blood falling from my hands. "Did I do this? How did I do this?" my cloths changed from sweater and shorts to a desert outfit made of gray. "What is this, what's going on?" I didn't understand what was going on, but then a faint voice came from the bowels of my chest. It's comforting tune as if smooth waves were replaying over and over again. "Why are you still fighting?" I pondered what the voice asked and with swollen gilt, "Because I can't let go" The cloths formed to what I wore before the sudden transformation and I feel backward, the room disappeared from view as the black envelopes me. I feel the wind as it brushes my face, brushing the tears from my eyes as I start to accept the facts. I stopped in mid air as fast as I started to fall. I view of a boy a little older than me, is in front of me as I hang their upside down not moving as he closes in. I stare into his eyes as I realized who it was he pressed my lips in silence as I started to say something. His ever so gentle gaze mesmerized me into obeying his command, his face moving closer as he gazed into my eyes. "Let's not fight anymore."