Disclaimer: I do not own any characters affiliated with the WB's Charmed
or "Unwell" by Matchbox 20.
Cole leaned back in his LA-Z-BOY recliner, staring at the ceiling. What else was a man who was rejected in all forms of society to do? He scratched his unshaven chin and shook some crumbs out of it. He reached over to the side table next to him to get another cracker. As he did he knocked over a glass of water, which shattered on the hard wood floor.
"Oops," he said with irony. A smile formed on his grimy, uncleaned face, "Ya know, I haven't tried glass yet. Maybe glass can kill me?" He pulled the lever on the side of the recliner. The chair popped up. Cole rolled his stiff neck and got up. He bend down on all fours and tried to retrieve the shattered glass without getting himself all wet. He picked up the sharpest piece he could find. He stared at I and then plunged it into his wrist, just to feel how much pain would be involved, not that it mattered. He looked p, instantly seeing his own shadow on the wall in front of him. The shadow was pathetic looking, sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a sharp object in his hand. "You're not gonna get anywhere with that" Cole said matter-of-factly, not realizing that the shadow was his. Well, really not realizing it was a shadow at all. The shadow sayed as still as he did. "Get out of my house!" Cole screamed at it, "You shouldn't be here anyway!" The shadow didn't move just as he stayed in the very same position. Cole got up, mumbling under is breath. He walked over to the shadow who stood up at the same time as him and got bigger as he came closer. "GET OUT!" Cole threw a punch at the shadow, actually it was the wall. The punch was hard, it was a punch fit for the conduit of all powers ever imaginable. It made his penthouse rattle and the shades fell closed. No more sun entered the room. The shadow was gone. Cole smiled crookedly and went back into his recliner, forgetting his newest plot to destroy himself.
b::..All day, staring at the ceiling..::
::..Making friends with shadows on my wall..:: ,b
Cole leaned back in his LA-Z-BOY recliner, staring at the ceiling. What else was a man who was rejected in all forms of society to do? He scratched his unshaven chin and shook some crumbs out of it. He reached over to the side table next to him to get another cracker. As he did he knocked over a glass of water, which shattered on the hard wood floor.
"Oops," he said with irony. A smile formed on his grimy, uncleaned face, "Ya know, I haven't tried glass yet. Maybe glass can kill me?" He pulled the lever on the side of the recliner. The chair popped up. Cole rolled his stiff neck and got up. He bend down on all fours and tried to retrieve the shattered glass without getting himself all wet. He picked up the sharpest piece he could find. He stared at I and then plunged it into his wrist, just to feel how much pain would be involved, not that it mattered. He looked p, instantly seeing his own shadow on the wall in front of him. The shadow was pathetic looking, sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a sharp object in his hand. "You're not gonna get anywhere with that" Cole said matter-of-factly, not realizing that the shadow was his. Well, really not realizing it was a shadow at all. The shadow sayed as still as he did. "Get out of my house!" Cole screamed at it, "You shouldn't be here anyway!" The shadow didn't move just as he stayed in the very same position. Cole got up, mumbling under is breath. He walked over to the shadow who stood up at the same time as him and got bigger as he came closer. "GET OUT!" Cole threw a punch at the shadow, actually it was the wall. The punch was hard, it was a punch fit for the conduit of all powers ever imaginable. It made his penthouse rattle and the shades fell closed. No more sun entered the room. The shadow was gone. Cole smiled crookedly and went back into his recliner, forgetting his newest plot to destroy himself.
b::..All day, staring at the ceiling..::
::..Making friends with shadows on my wall..:: ,b