LIQUID GLASS
Angst, bloodshed, the whole 9 yards..with a twist. I like twists. they're all...twisty. hee.
PRELUDE
It was a cold night, but it was clear. there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Nothing was obstructing his view of the stars, and he could see them all shining like diamond teardrops. The eerie glow of the moon somehow made them seem sad, like they were crying for him. Impossible, though. No one ever felt sorry for Johnny.
"What a beautiful night."
In the shadows of the dank, cold house, there was a voice. It was deep and it had years of pain behind it. The voice sighed and the light from the full moon shone on the owner of the voice. His face was pale, and his features seemed to express his every thought. There was a great deal of sadness, but also, there was a twinge of happiness behind it all.
"I can't believe it. God, look at those stars...What I wouldn't give to be like one of them for a day..even an hour.."
"Then why don't you, Johnny?"
"Because, Eff..I can't. I just..I just can't."
"Nonsense. Try harder, you know it will happen eventually. Why don't you try that little thing with the.."
"Eff..no. Just shut up. "
Johnny sighed once more and sank to the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees. He rocked back and forth slowly. With each rock, the floorboards creaked. They were a constant reminder that he existed. To just hear a simple sound was all he needed to reassure himself of his poor, pathetic reality. He shut his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that he wanted to let out so badly. He sopped rocking back and forth and got up. He walked to the bathroom and stood before the mirror over the blood-covered sink, and stared at it. He tried to see what was beyond that barrier of man-made material called glass. Maybe it was just a reflection of him, but even his reflection seemed a bit happier than his reality.
"Why can't I be like you..."
He said out loud as his fingers touched the glass. He let the cool sensation of the solid surface envelop him for a moment, then he snapped himself back to reality.
"IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT YOU, ISN'T IT??!!"
Johnny screamed out in agony as he broke the mirror with his fist. His hand was cut and bleeding, now.
"Well....that was pointless...I just broke the only escape I had...Heh."
He stared down at his hand, ignoring the searing pain it shot through him. He was a machine, now. A slave to something he couldn't even see. And as everyone knows, slaves are renewable. ther weren't meant to have feeling..but, didn't this thing know? Johnny was human, too! Althought he didn't much like that fact, he was. And humans had emotions and lives. This thing Johnny was working for..it didn't know that..it didnt care. It probably didn't even know why it existed. It just did. It was pulling the humanity away from Johnny, it was killing him, slowly. Johnny wanted to fix the mirror. he wanted to renew the liquid glass.
Angst, bloodshed, the whole 9 yards..with a twist. I like twists. they're all...twisty. hee.
PRELUDE
It was a cold night, but it was clear. there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Nothing was obstructing his view of the stars, and he could see them all shining like diamond teardrops. The eerie glow of the moon somehow made them seem sad, like they were crying for him. Impossible, though. No one ever felt sorry for Johnny.
"What a beautiful night."
In the shadows of the dank, cold house, there was a voice. It was deep and it had years of pain behind it. The voice sighed and the light from the full moon shone on the owner of the voice. His face was pale, and his features seemed to express his every thought. There was a great deal of sadness, but also, there was a twinge of happiness behind it all.
"I can't believe it. God, look at those stars...What I wouldn't give to be like one of them for a day..even an hour.."
"Then why don't you, Johnny?"
"Because, Eff..I can't. I just..I just can't."
"Nonsense. Try harder, you know it will happen eventually. Why don't you try that little thing with the.."
"Eff..no. Just shut up. "
Johnny sighed once more and sank to the floor, his arms wrapped around his knees. He rocked back and forth slowly. With each rock, the floorboards creaked. They were a constant reminder that he existed. To just hear a simple sound was all he needed to reassure himself of his poor, pathetic reality. He shut his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that he wanted to let out so badly. He sopped rocking back and forth and got up. He walked to the bathroom and stood before the mirror over the blood-covered sink, and stared at it. He tried to see what was beyond that barrier of man-made material called glass. Maybe it was just a reflection of him, but even his reflection seemed a bit happier than his reality.
"Why can't I be like you..."
He said out loud as his fingers touched the glass. He let the cool sensation of the solid surface envelop him for a moment, then he snapped himself back to reality.
"IT'S BECAUSE I'M NOT YOU, ISN'T IT??!!"
Johnny screamed out in agony as he broke the mirror with his fist. His hand was cut and bleeding, now.
"Well....that was pointless...I just broke the only escape I had...Heh."
He stared down at his hand, ignoring the searing pain it shot through him. He was a machine, now. A slave to something he couldn't even see. And as everyone knows, slaves are renewable. ther weren't meant to have feeling..but, didn't this thing know? Johnny was human, too! Althought he didn't much like that fact, he was. And humans had emotions and lives. This thing Johnny was working for..it didn't know that..it didnt care. It probably didn't even know why it existed. It just did. It was pulling the humanity away from Johnny, it was killing him, slowly. Johnny wanted to fix the mirror. he wanted to renew the liquid glass.