Headexploady: I am so in and out with my writing. I haven't wrote in a while, so I'm pretty rusty. My summer is almost up and school year is approaching. I am going to take a creative writing class because I love writing. So I guess you can say I'm writing this just to kinda warm up before hand. Despite my lack of writing, I really hope you enjoy this fic. Please be as critical in your reviews as possible. I am a vegetable. I ride horses. I want to play with a happy dancing hot dog of death? What? No, Jessica, the flaming ribs are just a little to warm for you to pick up with you hands.
Enjoy.
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Clouds in the sky blocked the stars from shining light in the dark room. It was that kind of dark where you can almost see the demons coming after you in the five feet distance. It was that kind of dark where it got harder and harder to breath. That kind of dark that makes you wonder where is she? Where is that person that was supposed to fill my world with light? That person that wasn't supposed to ever let me feel like there were clouds in the sky eating at my stars? Stars were the only thing I was holding onto. Stars were the specs of light that was leading my way. My way out of this hole that the one person I was afraid of all my life locked me up, through me in, raped my family and laughed while doing it all.
You know, THAT kind of dark.
The bed was lumpy and uncomfortable. It was probably better to sleep on the wood floor, without a pillow. It was like laying on thousands of knuckles. But it wasn't the darkness or the uncomfortable bed that kept Johnny laying up at night. It wasn't that at all.
His roommate on the other side of the bed laid there, growling. Growling at the ceiling. Growling like a dog with rabies waiting for you to put your hand by its mouth. Johnny wanted to claw his eyes out. He laid on his side, curled up in a ball.
That growling
That growling
That growling
That growling
That fuckinggrowling!
Johnny ran three fingers up and down the wall. He to think about how many times he could ram the man's head into the wall until he could see his brain. He smiled.
How many rams does it take to get to the center of the skull of the insane man next to you? I don't know, Johnny C. Ask Mr. Owl.
His smile grew. "Good God, I belong here." he said and gave a loud chuckle. He laughed, even though he didn't think it was funny.
His smile soon fainted.
THAT GROWLING
Johnny rolled over on his back and pulled the covers over his head. A bead of sweat ran down his temple. He pulled the blanket off. "I wish I could see," he said quietly. "cause I'd stop that noise."
But that growling seemed to grow louder, and louder and louder. Then all Johnny could hear was the mocking despicable growl. That growl from the stupid abusive idiot laying in the same room. Ugh, that growl. That disgusting growl! That loud hypnotic growl!
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! JUST MAKE IT STOP!!" he screamed. The man immediately went quiet. But, as if they were waiting outside, two men busted the door open 5 seconds later. Light filled the room.
It was that kind of light that was so bright that you could almost see the angels turning their backs on you. That kind of light that said "This is your punishment." That light that mocked and laughed at you for sitting in the dark to long. The hypnotic trance that the light gave off drove you so mad, that it screamed. The piercing sounds could make your veins pop. It could kill off every tear in your body, just to make more. The pain it would bring to your eyes felt like they would bleed unless you immediately shut them to bring back what you prayed to leave…dark.
You know, THAT kind of light.
Johnny barley got a word in. He covered his eyes with the palm of his hands- "WHAT THE FU-" before getting punched in the face. Pain spun through his cheek, but before he could even feel where he had gotten hit, he felt two hands wrapped around his throat, pushing him down. Down into those damn lumps.
The knuckles from the mattress seeped into his back.
One man held him down, as another one pushed a needle through his arm.
Johnny would of screamed in pain, but was unable to make a sound with those hands around him. The light began to darken a little…then a little more…then a little more…
THAT FUCKING GROWLING!
Was silenced…
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Headexploady: Well that was my first chapter. I'll leave it up to you, should I continue?