Again, written for the 50-Shuffle challenge thing.
This is a little more drabble-ish than I expected. Meh.
Written from the lovely Reno's POV, with the 'we' of course refering to him and Rude.
Reviews, as always, make me dance!
Song used: Shinedown - The Sound Of Madness.
Word Count: 337.
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Every night, when I am finally in the warm clutches of a deep sleep, I will scream. A long, loud, high-pitched keening that forces my body into a rigid sitting position, back poker-straight and the covers of my bed balled tightly into my fists. The screams leave me breathless and exhausted, yet terrified of falling back asleep because I know it will just happen again. Over and over again, until morning breaks on the horizon, and I have an excuse to get up.
Every morning I sit on the kitchen counter in our sparse flat, one hand wrapped around a steaming mug of hot black coffee, the other holding a cigarette shakily to my lips. Nonchalent, like the bluey-purple bags under my eyes aren't starting to look like they've been inked onto my skin. And every morning you just cock an eyebrow at my dishevelled appearance and wait for me to bring up the issue first.
Every day we carry on, do our job as always; we protect the innocent, crush the guilty, kill everything that gets in our way. I flirt, joke, prance around - nonchalent. Every day I pretend I can't hear the voices that beg, plead, scream for me to stop as my hand tightens around the hilt of my gun and my finger spasms over the trigger. Every day I try as hard as I can to block them out of my mind, and every day, I fail.
Every evening I go out and try to drink myself into an oblivion, in the hope that I will have just one peaceful night. As always, I slap your hand lightly as I leave the room in search of my bed - about as affectionate as we get, but that's another story.
And every night I wake up screaming, trying to block out the hundreds of belittling, taunting, haunting voices in my head.
In the day, I'm as sane as the next person.
It's only at night that you hear the real sound of madness.