Day 1

“she doesn’t need you anymore”, he said as he threw an idle glass at the wall.
An ominous sound hung around the room as he drew his excess energy out.
“shut up, you know nothing about us”, i replied with no conviction.
He looked at me with his left eyebrow raised.
“tell me then”, he said as he grabbed another glass, “what do YOU know about her?”

I woke up with a startle. Sweaty and already in pain. It was burrowing itself at the back of my head. Throbbing, making me flinch everytime it crescendoed. I pushed myself up and tried to focus my sight. I managed to reach the sink before throwing up what little I managed to eat a few hours ago.

This has to stop.
I said to myself.
This has gone for far too long.
I do not deserve this misery.
“What has gone for far too long?”, asked by a chilling yet familiar voice behind me….

Advertisements

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.
This entry was posted in The Caged Man, The Seer. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s