"somewhere in the darkness/there's a light that i can't find/maybe it's too
far away/or maybe i'm just blind."
--3 doors down "when i'm gone"
still own squee not.
"as i sit here with nothing but memories and dead leaves, my fatigued brain searches through it's dark recesses for some meaning to what i've become, some cause for my strange problems. i feel nothing-the tainted cells of my brain seem to have lost control of what they can and cannot do. i guess i should be angry, or sad, about what he did and what she didn't do.but then, i wonder why. i loose things now. i wish i still had shmee."
chapter 3: tiny revolutions
todd blinked at his reflection. it was only as he heard rushed feet down the stairs that he realized he had cried out. he checked the lock on the door. "todd?" jopie's voice came nervously through the door, "what's wrong?" "nu-nothing," he replied. his hands were shaking and he felt dizzy. he sat on the edge of the tub and wondered to himself about jopie. how would she react if she knew? what would the full extent of his issues do to her loyalty? todd found himself unable to answer his questions as her tiny feet were heard assending the stairs. he closed his eyes and felt an overwhelming urge to cut and slice human tissue other than is own. he wanted vengeance for his pain, wanted to punishthose who were responsible before he descended completely into an abyss of his own creation. with a sigh he washed his face and went to bed.
~a/n: er.this story is giving me a bit of trouble. i'm having a hard time getting my ideas out and coherent, and that's why the chapters are so freaking short. that's also why it takes so long for them to get out there. but bear with me, i'm trying.
still own squee not.
"as i sit here with nothing but memories and dead leaves, my fatigued brain searches through it's dark recesses for some meaning to what i've become, some cause for my strange problems. i feel nothing-the tainted cells of my brain seem to have lost control of what they can and cannot do. i guess i should be angry, or sad, about what he did and what she didn't do.but then, i wonder why. i loose things now. i wish i still had shmee."
chapter 3: tiny revolutions
todd blinked at his reflection. it was only as he heard rushed feet down the stairs that he realized he had cried out. he checked the lock on the door. "todd?" jopie's voice came nervously through the door, "what's wrong?" "nu-nothing," he replied. his hands were shaking and he felt dizzy. he sat on the edge of the tub and wondered to himself about jopie. how would she react if she knew? what would the full extent of his issues do to her loyalty? todd found himself unable to answer his questions as her tiny feet were heard assending the stairs. he closed his eyes and felt an overwhelming urge to cut and slice human tissue other than is own. he wanted vengeance for his pain, wanted to punishthose who were responsible before he descended completely into an abyss of his own creation. with a sigh he washed his face and went to bed.
~a/n: er.this story is giving me a bit of trouble. i'm having a hard time getting my ideas out and coherent, and that's why the chapters are so freaking short. that's also why it takes so long for them to get out there. but bear with me, i'm trying.