This fic is about Wesker's POV and his little emotions (Yes he has feelings)~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~





Here I am again sitting in this dark cold room.Nobody here but myself and rats crawling over my boots.Why do I feel......so empty?Why am I even questioning myself?!I must be going mad....me feeling emotions...how weak!I should just kill myself now.I get up and walk to the door length window and stare into the night sky.I feel anger burn up inside me,anger towards the rest of the surviving S.T.A.R.S members.Why couldn't they just die!I punched threw the glass making my knuckles bleed furiously.I just smile to my good friend,pain.As I remember seeing Chris and Jill help each other out before entering the mansion,how they seemed to care for each other deeply.And Barry and his famly he cares so much,he would be willing to do anything.................................................................... ...................................... I feel sorrow well up inside me,I can't seem to love,nor even have a friendship.But who needs those things when I have evil flaming in my eyes and black heart.I take off in the night,heading to a river stream.It looks so pure and clean.But looks are double crossed.The cool night air brushing threw my hair feels to good.I guess it is ok to feel some emotion,but that just wont be me.Then again who would know about it?I question myself yet again,pondering wisely.Who would be able to love or have a friendship with me?Sure those preppy S.T.A.R.S. people seemed to be my friend,but it was all a lie.A LIE!!I clench my fists tightly and take a deep breath.These feelings all seem to go away as I think about..............................nothing,nothing at all.Just a black space...as..if I don't even exsist........I'll always be alone.............always....As I just stand there looking into the deep blue water in the night,looking into the reflection of me....I stare into a lonely man...a man who will be lonely forever.

Need a change

Not to imitate

But to irritate

All the ones who hate

I may be late

Always seem to get the wrong date

Well I guess it's fate

I live in a cemetery

Full of good will and integrity

You see

I have no specialty

Here's your warning

I'll give you click click boom

I live in a cemetery

I need a change

Not to imitate

But to irritate

I live in a cemetery

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oooo boy that was shitty....I felt depressed today so I just thought I would write about Wesker feeling depressed lol....:o) Plz don't flame it,its just one of those ' mind fics' but if you thought it was ok glad to know it.

Thanx

You can R&R if you want.

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