Confusion could cause people to slip deep into insanity in a silent moment
even if you sane without feeling to be born with they will go insane
anyways, there's nothing to do but to hope for a better moment.
I felt scared and confused but still I ran, maybe it's because the noises was still ringing in my ears or I'm afraid of the fact that I was the one who cause the chaos back there.
My mind grew fuzzy now. I wish I wouldn't have done shit back there, so many people...fuck, what was wrong with me? Why would I place other people in jeopardy...? That's when I hit me.
"No."
I slowly lower to the ground as my knees weakened, the only thing that struck in my mind was Mosey's words, his warning.
"Oh, god."
I sighed in dismay, it was either they or I but really wish it backed fire on myself. "Sigh."
I finally reached to my refuge in the outside world, the café, without a second thought I bolted inside to find a seat before all were filled.
In relief I sat down but only regain the depression... this is too much. I tried to occupy my mind from the thoughts of displeasure, but only to be disappointed, it was asshole-night and I was uninvited. Groups of Goths stared at me as I turned away from their nasty looks...assholes.
Suddenly I heard laughter I really don't care at the matter but out of curiosity I turned around to see which victim they picked today, to my surprise it wasn't me.
A tall dark skinned woman was standing in the line waiting for her order, as two other teens were doing the same yet they entertaining themselves by pointing and snickering at the woman. Surprisingly she didn't seem to care about their existence of jester, instead she waited patiently for her order, and I've noticed the coat it wasn't from a gothic store, hell, not from this place for that matter. It was a black coat, which reached down to her calves with a purple rim collar, that's what caught my attention, the most.
I felt scared and confused but still I ran, maybe it's because the noises was still ringing in my ears or I'm afraid of the fact that I was the one who cause the chaos back there.
My mind grew fuzzy now. I wish I wouldn't have done shit back there, so many people...fuck, what was wrong with me? Why would I place other people in jeopardy...? That's when I hit me.
"No."
I slowly lower to the ground as my knees weakened, the only thing that struck in my mind was Mosey's words, his warning.
"Oh, god."
I sighed in dismay, it was either they or I but really wish it backed fire on myself. "Sigh."
I finally reached to my refuge in the outside world, the café, without a second thought I bolted inside to find a seat before all were filled.
In relief I sat down but only regain the depression... this is too much. I tried to occupy my mind from the thoughts of displeasure, but only to be disappointed, it was asshole-night and I was uninvited. Groups of Goths stared at me as I turned away from their nasty looks...assholes.
Suddenly I heard laughter I really don't care at the matter but out of curiosity I turned around to see which victim they picked today, to my surprise it wasn't me.
A tall dark skinned woman was standing in the line waiting for her order, as two other teens were doing the same yet they entertaining themselves by pointing and snickering at the woman. Surprisingly she didn't seem to care about their existence of jester, instead she waited patiently for her order, and I've noticed the coat it wasn't from a gothic store, hell, not from this place for that matter. It was a black coat, which reached down to her calves with a purple rim collar, that's what caught my attention, the most.