Saturday, June 9, 2012

We're a fucking mess.

Just look at us. Look at what we've become. Look at what this thing has done to us.

Shade went from being a smart, strong, calm man to a ball of wrecked nerves. This thing took one of the few things that gave meaning to his life, and just like that, it tore it away. And there's nothing he or I can do about it.

And I went from being your everyday college student to... this. Whatever the fuck I am now. I can't even describe it. "Pile of shit" is probably the closest I'll ever get to it. Soaking with cheap vodka and wallowing in my own dirt, terrorized by nightmares of a life I used to know going away forever to be replaced by the hollowness of mere survival, by the fear that each sleep will be my last, that every time I turn a corner he'll be waiting for me, ready to put an end to it all, an end I want to see but yet I'm not yet prepared to, an unfinished play written by an author that has long ago moved on to bigger projects, never quiet forgotten, but yet never important enough to be remembered. Abandoned. Forsaken. Alone.

He went berserk again. Shade. Lost control and tried to throw the TV out the window. For the first time ever I tried to stop him, thought perhaps I could put an end to it. The black eye remains as a testimony to my failure. We left trough the fire escape so we wouldn't have to face the interrogations waiting for us at the lobby.

It was only when I fell from the stair into a deposit full of trash, the smell of piss and rot filling my nostrils, that I started wondering where it had all gone wrong.

I can't stay like this. I have to do something.

6 comments:

  1. I am so sorry, I should not have...

    I just..

    I am sorry.

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    1. Hey, no worries. I had tried to stab you before. Guess it was only fair. Still, I can't quiet see right yet, so you're gonna have to cover my blindspot.

      Now stop being such a little bitch and come over to the parking lot. I need help with the car.

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    2. Try doing something constructive. It would probably help your state of mind by quite a bit.

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  2. Hey, North? i'm not sure if this is the best place to ask but...I'd like to speak personally to you about the whole Moral thing. do you have an email I can reach you at?

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    1. Yeah, sure. I'm at cthulu23@gmail.com

      Yes, I am aware it's misspelled.

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    2. I will forever call you "Not" now.

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