The wind was chilling the back of his neck as he climbed lower into the shower room when his celfone rang..
obliviously, he pushed the red button and continued his descent while brushing his thumb on the safety..
the hallway seemed endless, the cold damp floor, the mute pictures on the wall screaming inaudible warning,the single blinking bulb shrewed hanging from the ceiling by a single dark wire..
shuffling lights danced under the ominous door on the other end of the hallway..
he was a couple of steps from the door when a laughter broke out…he stopped, he wasn’t expecting this, he looked at his watch and was surprised that the room wasn’t empty at this time of the night…
Confused, he took a step back and turned away, screwing his brains off for an explanation for this, his compulsion shaking his fingers against the cold metal..taking deep breaths, he hurried his steps towards the stairs… after what seemed a lifetime he reached the end of the tunnel, the overhead lights almost blinded him… squinting, he grabbed the cold handle of the guidebars toward the seats of the stadium…it was empty, except for the shadow cast by the tall trees, swaying with the chilling breeze, witness to his sorrow, audience to his quiet sonata… he strode off until he reached the very center of the stadium, sat on a cold chair that was damped by the rain that washed the field several hours ago…
a splitting headache made him clutch his head, with teary eyes he took three vicodins from his left pocket and chewed them calmly…he can feel the crushed tablets clawing his throat,slowly descending, down, down, down the empty pits, falling down the plains of cold anger, soothing the beating core of his pain, eating his misery, slowly…


About delamorte

Eherm... A boy with a soiled face who's spent 23 pathetic years trying to make a difference... An old man trying to talk his way out of his own cage... And the Seer who's trying to poise these two alter egos' rage... You won't find anything interesting enough in me to ask about my real life facts. Trust me, things will get more and more boring once you take that path. Disclaimer : These are just random rants and stories cooked-up out of boredom and prolonged stages of catatonia. Please feel free to troll/criticize my works, i am but a poor soul trying to find my way out of this miserable phase some of you call life, your critiques shall serve as my guiding light.
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