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Ok, this is a bit more like an actual story than the other two. And I think this one isin't as good as the others.though I think that White really gave the message I wanted to give.so its hard to represent something again. But yeah, tell me what you think, ill do the other 2 chaps of course but I really think White was better.
* * *
Black.
It's all I'm aware of right now.
During the night, all you see and feel is black.
The cot I'm tossing and turning in is black.
The sheets are black.
The tent's canvas is black.
The sky peeking through a gap in the tent is black.
And it's spotted with white stars.
How I'd love to be alone on a star right now.
Alone.
Peacefull.
Dead.
I'm so tired of living.
Of continuing to pretend.
When I first got here, I figured, well I might make friends.
They don't know anything about my.situation as the others used to put it.
And if they figure it out somehow.well whatever.
They can't possibly make that big of a deal about it.
I was all so damn positive.
Now I'm just.there.
Deppressed.
Down.
Just in plain Dispair over how my life is screwed up.
I don't even care about all the bad stuff going on.
I swear.
I bully new kids.
I'm cool.
I'm all I ever wanted to be.
And I hate it.
I always hated them, and I had principles before.
Sure I was paranoid.
Sure I was obsesive compulsive.
Sure I was pyromaniac.
But I had values and reasons to live.
I had to prove them wrong.
To prove my value, then my innocence, then my sanity.
Now my.my what?
I dig holes all day for christ sake!
I have absolutly NO greater purpose in life.
I would die and nobody would give a damn!
And I'm not that sure I wanna get out either.
I mean.whats waiting for me Out There?
Some fire here and there..lots of white?
No not even.
Nothing I know.
I'm sure it's all just.black.
Just plain'oll black.
Everywhere.
Always.
To remind me that I'm Different, Different, Different.
I would even welcome the white these days.
I would welcome death.
I should add deppression to my mental illness' list I suppose.
Though I don't see the greater purpose in that either.
There's no point in living.
Nobody will miss me if I die.
There's no point in claiming my innocence or sanity here.nobody cares anymore.
They just dig holes.
There's no point in dying. I mean.
Sure it would be over.
But.there's no real, lifeboosting and helpfull point to it.
I mean of course there ain't nothing that's going to be added to my life because of it.
I'd be dead.
So there's just no point.
.
Different.
Got to think of something else.
Different.
Something to make that voice shut up.
Different.
Just something!
Different.
Leave me alone! I don't care if I'm different! I don't care about anything anymore.
Laughs.
So it was them saying that.
Well it explains why it didn't shut up.
Maybe if I dug harder, I wouldn't be as insomniac.
Maybe that's why Zero always digs so much.
Ya probably.
Hey a match.
Light it.
Don't light it.
Light it.
Don't light it.
Light it.
Nan.
Hey I know why I gotta keep on.
Because of the lizards.
Ya!
They're just like humans.they need food..company.shelter.
Just like Kathy and Mom and Dad..
They must sleep in the holes.
Maybe they control us.
Maybe they make us dig holes for them.
Maybe.
Sigh.
I'm so damn pointless.
Oh well.
My goal in life will be from now on to dig shelters for little lizard familys.
To congratulate myself I could light that match.
And I did.
It was so beautifull.
So sad.
So symbolic.
The fire oppressed by the sight of the white and surrounded by the black.
Me oppressed by the sight of such happiness around me and surrounded by despair.
* * *
Damn this sucks! Well, like it love it can't get enough of it? Be brave and review!
Ok, this is a bit more like an actual story than the other two. And I think this one isin't as good as the others.though I think that White really gave the message I wanted to give.so its hard to represent something again. But yeah, tell me what you think, ill do the other 2 chaps of course but I really think White was better.
* * *
Black.
It's all I'm aware of right now.
During the night, all you see and feel is black.
The cot I'm tossing and turning in is black.
The sheets are black.
The tent's canvas is black.
The sky peeking through a gap in the tent is black.
And it's spotted with white stars.
How I'd love to be alone on a star right now.
Alone.
Peacefull.
Dead.
I'm so tired of living.
Of continuing to pretend.
When I first got here, I figured, well I might make friends.
They don't know anything about my.situation as the others used to put it.
And if they figure it out somehow.well whatever.
They can't possibly make that big of a deal about it.
I was all so damn positive.
Now I'm just.there.
Deppressed.
Down.
Just in plain Dispair over how my life is screwed up.
I don't even care about all the bad stuff going on.
I swear.
I bully new kids.
I'm cool.
I'm all I ever wanted to be.
And I hate it.
I always hated them, and I had principles before.
Sure I was paranoid.
Sure I was obsesive compulsive.
Sure I was pyromaniac.
But I had values and reasons to live.
I had to prove them wrong.
To prove my value, then my innocence, then my sanity.
Now my.my what?
I dig holes all day for christ sake!
I have absolutly NO greater purpose in life.
I would die and nobody would give a damn!
And I'm not that sure I wanna get out either.
I mean.whats waiting for me Out There?
Some fire here and there..lots of white?
No not even.
Nothing I know.
I'm sure it's all just.black.
Just plain'oll black.
Everywhere.
Always.
To remind me that I'm Different, Different, Different.
I would even welcome the white these days.
I would welcome death.
I should add deppression to my mental illness' list I suppose.
Though I don't see the greater purpose in that either.
There's no point in living.
Nobody will miss me if I die.
There's no point in claiming my innocence or sanity here.nobody cares anymore.
They just dig holes.
There's no point in dying. I mean.
Sure it would be over.
But.there's no real, lifeboosting and helpfull point to it.
I mean of course there ain't nothing that's going to be added to my life because of it.
I'd be dead.
So there's just no point.
.
Different.
Got to think of something else.
Different.
Something to make that voice shut up.
Different.
Just something!
Different.
Leave me alone! I don't care if I'm different! I don't care about anything anymore.
Laughs.
So it was them saying that.
Well it explains why it didn't shut up.
Maybe if I dug harder, I wouldn't be as insomniac.
Maybe that's why Zero always digs so much.
Ya probably.
Hey a match.
Light it.
Don't light it.
Light it.
Don't light it.
Light it.
Nan.
Hey I know why I gotta keep on.
Because of the lizards.
Ya!
They're just like humans.they need food..company.shelter.
Just like Kathy and Mom and Dad..
They must sleep in the holes.
Maybe they control us.
Maybe they make us dig holes for them.
Maybe.
Sigh.
I'm so damn pointless.
Oh well.
My goal in life will be from now on to dig shelters for little lizard familys.
To congratulate myself I could light that match.
And I did.
It was so beautifull.
So sad.
So symbolic.
The fire oppressed by the sight of the white and surrounded by the black.
Me oppressed by the sight of such happiness around me and surrounded by despair.
* * *
Damn this sucks! Well, like it love it can't get enough of it? Be brave and review!