Thud.
Bang.
Smack.
Thud.
Bang.
Smack.
The noise continued over and over, like a record that could only repeat until it broke.
Thud.
Bang.
Smack.
The ball hit the floor. Thud.
It bounced onto the wooden floorboards heading back towards the stairs. Bang.
I caught it, smack, and tossed it back towards the wall. Thud.
Bang. It continued.
My left arm was resting on the stairs, supporting my upper body. I caught the ball with my right hand, smack.
It was endless, the circuit that I was going through. Until someone stopped me, I would robotically throw the ball, thud, and it would come back to me. Bang. And I would do it again. Smack.
I wanted someone to stop me soon; my arm was getting sore, my eyes dry and sore from being awake. I couldn't stop myself on my own. I could never stop myself, until a better distraction was in front of me.
Thud. Bang. Smack.
Rustle. Click. Creak.
"Matt?"
"Yeah?"
"You're by the stairs?"
Thud. "Yeah." Bang. "Come over here." Smack.
His hair was everywhere, blue eyes eclectic, and a frown showed his distaste.
"Put down the ball. I brought dinner back. You haven't eaten yet." It was a statement. He knew I wouldn't make myself a meal.
"Help me up." I held out my right hand, automatically tossing the ball to my left and just looked at him tiredly.
He grabbed it, and I followed him to the kitchen, not letting go.
Unconsciously the ball fell from my hand, distracted by the brilliant blonde.
Bang.