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The Day After
The marker had long washed off, but the numbers seemed imprinted on the backs of his eyelids. Donnie idly traced them in the water with a finger, the axe heaved over one shoulder. It was then that the ugly bronze folds of skin outside caught his attention. He paused, then walked out the door. Better abandon the evidence, he thought, although he knew that wasn't the real reason for what he did next...
Somewhere deep inside me there's a darkness
Somewhere in this town there hangs a shadow
Behind the cellar door there lies a spectre
And the sky will split within the mind of Donnie Darko
Nothing reflected in the milky, pupiless eyes of the mask. Donnie giggled, like a child. "Why're you wearin' that stupid rabbit suit?" he asked, gaze still turned upwards to the movie screen before him. The pale light was lost in the darkness of his eyes. Gretchen's head lolled sleepily beside him.
Later, Donnie went for a little walk.
Nobody to see me while I'm looking
Nobody to find me when I'm not here
I'm lost and lonely in the eyes of darkness
But I can't stop the dark from getting near
The dark figure slouched back towards the darkened movie theater. The fire lapped brightly at the furniture, wall to wall flames busily consuming the perverse desires of another man, but its light failed to reach the eyes of Donnie Darko.
Even so, the smell of exposed sin raised the corner of his lips in a knowing smirk.
It's hard to do the right thing when you're tired
It's hard to do the right thing when you're asleep
Nobody came to wake me from my slumber
All the souls I love I came to reap
Donnie's finger pressed tightly against the metal of the gun's trigger. Frank's dark hair brushed the night air as his head jerked back, the right eye disappearing into a red pulp. There was no splatter, for the blood seemed merely to trickle down Frank's cheek as he lay on the ground, the body cooling itself in the chill.
Everyone is packing up to leave the party
Everyone is leaving their mess behind
Staggering and leering from the shadows
I'm the only one sober enough to drive
The sky, now pulling itself apart with the slow and menacing deliberation of revenge, twisted bits of itself away towards the ground; the damaged Darko residence lay beneath, overcast, waiting.
Meanwhile, the sun rose, slowed, then began to descend below the horizon at the sight of Gretchen's unseeing eyes. The sky, in turmoil above the setting sun, threw its clouds across its own limitless span, racing the shifting stars as it did so. The flashes of time passing backwards, the sights and sounds and souls of the last twenty eight days, flickered briefly in Donnie's haunted eyes...
I can do anything I want to in this world
I can do anything I want inside my head
I can do anything if the voices give me grace
But all I want to do is go to bed
Donnie Darko closed his eyes as Fate jabbed a finger at him. Immense, silver, stained with the blood of a town of untouched lives, the jet engine thrust itself out of the brewing sky and down towards its destined target. The roof of the uppermost bedroom resisted the impact for a millisecond before a thousand splinters of wood announced the arrival of a destiny that had been postponed for twenty eight days, six hours, forty two minutes and twelve seconds.
A breath of contentment escaped Donnie's lips.
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