*Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face..*
She took him back to his own place. He really didn't care where he was as long as he could sleep. Sleep forever. Even the jail cell would have been enough for him.
The two reached his apartment and Harry took his keys out of his jacket pocket and he fumbled them as he tried to fit the right key into the lock. His vision was seeing double and his eyes hurt just to look at the shiny metal. Without word, Ronnie released the keys from his loose hands and unlocked the door for him.
Still silence as he walked into his farmiliar home, but was just a little surprised when Ronnie followed him.
"Sit," she ordered and pointed to a chair that sat behind his kicthen table. He obeyed and sat down, not bothering to take off his jacket that he was still wearing. Ronnie took off her own jacket and slung it over a chair as she entered his kitchen in search of some food.
"I'm going to make you something to eat. You look like you haven't eaten in days," she said and started going through the fridge and cupboards.
Harry sat, still staring off, now at a far wall, arms loose on his lap.
"Don't bother," he let escape his lips, still staring. Ronnie slowly turned around as if he hadn't spoken in years and she walked near him looking down at him.
"Why not?" she said softly sort of happy that he was speaking to her again. But the conversation of Harry's part died there, and he was silent again.
Noticing he wasn't about to answer anytime soon, Ronnie forgot about the food for a minute and sat down in one of the chairs, facing Harry. He still did not look at her.
"Harry it wasn't your fault, you have to believe that," she said quietly and took his hand in hers. Harry flinched and pulled it away not looking into her concerned eyes.
"Just leave me alone," he answered her, now seeing weird colors dancing around on the wall he was staring at.
"Harry - please-"
"Just go, okay?!" He looked at her then, eyes full of fire, and he could see the chocked and hurt expression in her eyes. She paused and then stood up, taking her coat in her arms. Harry resumed his stare at the wall.
"Fine," she said, lips pursed, obviously insulted from his outburst, and she walked to the door and opened it. But then turned around to speak once more.
"I thought I knew you Harry Senate, but I guess I don't know you as well as I thought. I didn't know you were so dead inside." She waited a number of seconds for maybe a response or for him to even look at her, but neither happened and she took that and left his apartment.
Harry continued to stare at the wall, aware of everything that had just happened. Half of him had wanted her to stay with him, and the other half just wanted to go dig a whole and die in it.
Finally after several minutes of sitting alone in her kitchen, just his headache and his ticking clock to keep him company, Harry wiped a tear from his eye and stood up. Fuck taking the pills.
He was dead on the inside, he might as well be dead on the outside too.
A zombie hides my face..*
She took him back to his own place. He really didn't care where he was as long as he could sleep. Sleep forever. Even the jail cell would have been enough for him.
The two reached his apartment and Harry took his keys out of his jacket pocket and he fumbled them as he tried to fit the right key into the lock. His vision was seeing double and his eyes hurt just to look at the shiny metal. Without word, Ronnie released the keys from his loose hands and unlocked the door for him.
Still silence as he walked into his farmiliar home, but was just a little surprised when Ronnie followed him.
"Sit," she ordered and pointed to a chair that sat behind his kicthen table. He obeyed and sat down, not bothering to take off his jacket that he was still wearing. Ronnie took off her own jacket and slung it over a chair as she entered his kitchen in search of some food.
"I'm going to make you something to eat. You look like you haven't eaten in days," she said and started going through the fridge and cupboards.
Harry sat, still staring off, now at a far wall, arms loose on his lap.
"Don't bother," he let escape his lips, still staring. Ronnie slowly turned around as if he hadn't spoken in years and she walked near him looking down at him.
"Why not?" she said softly sort of happy that he was speaking to her again. But the conversation of Harry's part died there, and he was silent again.
Noticing he wasn't about to answer anytime soon, Ronnie forgot about the food for a minute and sat down in one of the chairs, facing Harry. He still did not look at her.
"Harry it wasn't your fault, you have to believe that," she said quietly and took his hand in hers. Harry flinched and pulled it away not looking into her concerned eyes.
"Just leave me alone," he answered her, now seeing weird colors dancing around on the wall he was staring at.
"Harry - please-"
"Just go, okay?!" He looked at her then, eyes full of fire, and he could see the chocked and hurt expression in her eyes. She paused and then stood up, taking her coat in her arms. Harry resumed his stare at the wall.
"Fine," she said, lips pursed, obviously insulted from his outburst, and she walked to the door and opened it. But then turned around to speak once more.
"I thought I knew you Harry Senate, but I guess I don't know you as well as I thought. I didn't know you were so dead inside." She waited a number of seconds for maybe a response or for him to even look at her, but neither happened and she took that and left his apartment.
Harry continued to stare at the wall, aware of everything that had just happened. Half of him had wanted her to stay with him, and the other half just wanted to go dig a whole and die in it.
Finally after several minutes of sitting alone in her kitchen, just his headache and his ticking clock to keep him company, Harry wiped a tear from his eye and stood up. Fuck taking the pills.
He was dead on the inside, he might as well be dead on the outside too.