I Guess Ev'ryone's Dead Again. by Deviant-Incubus, literature
Literature
I Guess Ev'ryone's Dead Again.
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So I'm in the bathroom, laying in the tub with my laptop on my chest, totally zoned out listening to musick. It's loud, the lights are on but dim as ever, and no one else is there with me - but every few minutes, I can clearly hear someone sip a single, audible breath from somewhere behind my head. I can't tell if it's just my imagination at first, but it gets louder every time, until I finally become impatient and kill the tunes, get up, and go outside into the main apartment. Kaidian - Gregory's cat - is hanging around outside the door, brushes past my legs with his cute little tail, and I s
So Ev'ryone's Dead and Stuff. by Deviant-Incubus, literature
Literature
So Ev'ryone's Dead and Stuff.
So I'm in my room, packing like a madman and blasting whatever badass musicks came up on my amazing playlist next -- and I hear this loud thump downstairs.
I have to take a piss anyhow, so I exit my room to see what's up since I'm kind of cleaning anyhow and the break is welcome. As I step out of my room, my foot falls on something wet and warm. I jumped, thought it was a...I dunno, living thing or something in the dark. I flip the light on and it's just a blood stain, still warm. Phew.
So I continue downstairs, and Dog is at the bottom wagging his tailparts and what-like, being cute. I pat him and continue down to look for my father, whose
What is this mundane, blunt ache? Like the dulled edge of a blade, dissatisfactory and unaccomplishing - it brings the muffled sensation of bruising to mind. The pathetic, lesser sequel of a soldier's epic poem by synonymic value; an anthill to a mountain.
I recall a truly keen sting; a sharpened blade, razor-like in effect and precise in the way people think of cold machinery.
Days when this unmistakable sensation swelled in my chest and stomach, scratched and clawed from the underside of my flesh, and possessed my every thought like a mad man whose days are knowingly numbered. Such passion in that searing pain - such lust in every action,