A/N: Sorry I haved updated recently, been REALLY tired. I was really sad when Ryan got fired. '( So I wrote a story! Stories fix everything!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. ( Don't sue.
The house was cleansed of the unseen filth and grime that supposedly blanketed it. But he still cleaned. He still scrubbed the same spot on the ground, unhappy with leaving it be.
His hands shook as he violently rubbed it again and again over the linoleum, veins throbbing. For only the briefest second, he stopped, and pressed his nose closer to the floor, examining every inch of the grey surface.
A horrible sneer washed over his face. Would it not go away?
With all of the force he had left in his arm, he pressed the sponge to the floor, grasping the soft tool with a vice-like hand. Soft bubbles surrounded the area he was cleaning, almost mocking him.
An enraged cry fell upon his lips, and he threw the sponge to the side.
He rubbed his neck with the sore arm he had used for scrubbing. There wasn't much he could do now.
Still sitting on his knees, he slid down to the ground, so that he laid on his stomach, and that his chin was resting on his hands. Thoughts swirled in his mind, leaving him in a whirlwind of commotion.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW? You're useless…
He would start anew again.
COULDN'T YOU STOP? You never could…
He was gambling. But in the end… he always lost.
NOW YOU'RE FORGOTTEN! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? You knew it was going to happen sooner or later…
They wouldn't have noticed either.
WHY COULDN'T YOU SEE? It's from the eye surgery…
He was blinded by his own greed.
YOU BLEW EVERYTHING YOU HAD! And what's left? An empty apartment?
"Why did I do this to myself?"