I am just plain awesome. Praise me.
Okay, enough praising for today. Save some for tomorrow.
Thank you guys, seriously. You guys who are responding, whether or not
you're actually reading makes this weirdo's heart glad.
Please don't praise me, I was just joking.
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They fell on his bed in a whirl of limbs. Entangled.
"Please. . . just. . . " she moaned, but he got the message. He kissed her harder and felt her smile under his lips. But something was still wrong. Wrong.
Her hands traveled to the bottom of his shirt. Wrong.
She pulled it over his head. Wrong.
Her lips traveled down his body and rested just above his belly button. Wrong.
He brought her back up to him. Wrong.
He tugged at the bottom of her shirt. WRONG!
He broke away and stood up, flustered. Lily looked at him as if he were crazy. "What the HELL-"
"Lily, just listen to me, I-I can't."
"Ray-"
"Look, you're upset, grieving, preparing for a potential loss. We haven't slept in over a day, none of us have. You're looking for an out, and I can't-I won't give it to you."
Lily looked at him, shocked and angry. "What-whatever, just leave, I want to go to sleep."
"Lily I-"
"LEAVE!"
So he left, and the fantasy was over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I REMEMBER!
At least a little, at least a part of my life that I hadn't known before.
My name is Travis. Travis Strong.
When I was five, my mother. . . she wore a white flowered dress. It was supposed to be her favorite, but she rarely wore it outside of the house.
We were at a park, my first park.
I was a weird kid. I was afraid of heights and would scream if put in a situation that I was more than five feet off the ground.
Enough height to be carried.
My father forced me to go on the slide. I didn't want to.
It had to have been at least twenty-five feet!
But my dad was very persuasive, and I ended up going on the slide.
I remember the whooshing feeling as I slid. I screamed the whole way down.
And then I landed in my mother's arms. She had caught me.
I laughed then. And then she laughed.
And then I went down the slide again. I slid down that slide too many times to count. And at the end of the day, my dad took a picture of me and my mom under a big oak tree.
A picture that lies around my seat in Radio Free Roscoe!
It's all starting to make sense. The pieces of the puzzle are putting themselves together and the darkness is getting lighter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Doctor Nelson was young. Too young to be doing this.
He worked in a place filled to the brim with death.
He wasn't sure how much more he could handle.
He wondered what about the medical world attracted him at first. Maybe it was the fact that he when he was younger, he thought the idea of getting paid to play with dead bodies was cool.
He shuddered. What kind of sick childhood had he had?
His coffee was failing in its job to keep him awake, and he was beginning to feel himself nod off into dreamland. He smiled; he hadn't slept in so long. . .
"Doctor Nelson!" Travis Strong's nurse yelled. He felt his head slide off his hand and hit the desk. His stale coffee spilled over the edge of the desk
"Damn," he said, rubbing his head. He lifted his head and looked the old woman in the face.
"We've got a problem with Travis." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm suffocating.
As the details get clearer in my mind my body becomes more responsive. I can feel what they are doing, and it hurts.
They shove things in my arm, and stick other things in my mouth and nose.
Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
I'd rather die. Please just let me die.
I don't want to remember anymore.
Physically, as the pain gets worse, the people surrounding me get louder.
And the memories cause more pain.
One memory just makes me want to die.
Please, just let me die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Woo! Full week off baby! Isn't life great? Okay, not the best thing to say after "please just let me die" but you get the point right? I get a whole week off! I get a whole week off! *Does Happy Dance* It's the little things that make life great. . . like a whole week off!
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They fell on his bed in a whirl of limbs. Entangled.
"Please. . . just. . . " she moaned, but he got the message. He kissed her harder and felt her smile under his lips. But something was still wrong. Wrong.
Her hands traveled to the bottom of his shirt. Wrong.
She pulled it over his head. Wrong.
Her lips traveled down his body and rested just above his belly button. Wrong.
He brought her back up to him. Wrong.
He tugged at the bottom of her shirt. WRONG!
He broke away and stood up, flustered. Lily looked at him as if he were crazy. "What the HELL-"
"Lily, just listen to me, I-I can't."
"Ray-"
"Look, you're upset, grieving, preparing for a potential loss. We haven't slept in over a day, none of us have. You're looking for an out, and I can't-I won't give it to you."
Lily looked at him, shocked and angry. "What-whatever, just leave, I want to go to sleep."
"Lily I-"
"LEAVE!"
So he left, and the fantasy was over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I REMEMBER!
At least a little, at least a part of my life that I hadn't known before.
My name is Travis. Travis Strong.
When I was five, my mother. . . she wore a white flowered dress. It was supposed to be her favorite, but she rarely wore it outside of the house.
We were at a park, my first park.
I was a weird kid. I was afraid of heights and would scream if put in a situation that I was more than five feet off the ground.
Enough height to be carried.
My father forced me to go on the slide. I didn't want to.
It had to have been at least twenty-five feet!
But my dad was very persuasive, and I ended up going on the slide.
I remember the whooshing feeling as I slid. I screamed the whole way down.
And then I landed in my mother's arms. She had caught me.
I laughed then. And then she laughed.
And then I went down the slide again. I slid down that slide too many times to count. And at the end of the day, my dad took a picture of me and my mom under a big oak tree.
A picture that lies around my seat in Radio Free Roscoe!
It's all starting to make sense. The pieces of the puzzle are putting themselves together and the darkness is getting lighter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Doctor Nelson was young. Too young to be doing this.
He worked in a place filled to the brim with death.
He wasn't sure how much more he could handle.
He wondered what about the medical world attracted him at first. Maybe it was the fact that he when he was younger, he thought the idea of getting paid to play with dead bodies was cool.
He shuddered. What kind of sick childhood had he had?
His coffee was failing in its job to keep him awake, and he was beginning to feel himself nod off into dreamland. He smiled; he hadn't slept in so long. . .
"Doctor Nelson!" Travis Strong's nurse yelled. He felt his head slide off his hand and hit the desk. His stale coffee spilled over the edge of the desk
"Damn," he said, rubbing his head. He lifted his head and looked the old woman in the face.
"We've got a problem with Travis." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm suffocating.
As the details get clearer in my mind my body becomes more responsive. I can feel what they are doing, and it hurts.
They shove things in my arm, and stick other things in my mouth and nose.
Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
I'd rather die. Please just let me die.
I don't want to remember anymore.
Physically, as the pain gets worse, the people surrounding me get louder.
And the memories cause more pain.
One memory just makes me want to die.
Please, just let me die. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Woo! Full week off baby! Isn't life great? Okay, not the best thing to say after "please just let me die" but you get the point right? I get a whole week off! I get a whole week off! *Does Happy Dance* It's the little things that make life great. . . like a whole week off!