12:00 A.M
He hated clocks. They seemed so full of themselves, so convinced they were always right…that they always knew exactly what time it was.
Most of the time they were off by a few seconds at least, which made it even harder to like them to trust them, now they were full of themselves and they lied.
Like daddy who fell…
to hell
And he hated his desk, the one he sat at day and night and the times in-between. It was a big monstrous-looking thing that some called beautiful…it was ugly on the inside. The too dark wood and the too fancy design, it drove him mad with all of it's greatness.
Like the girl who wouldn't shut-up…
ever
The boy stood at the edge of the world, or maybe just the edge of the building, and waited. For the sign, the promised sign, the non-existent sign. They sign everybody looked for, the one that saved your life at the last second.
Finally, it glittered up to him and he squinted…
Generic Lemon-Scented Cleaning Shit: It's Everything You Need To Clean You're House! Only $9.99 for 500 bottles! utter lie. it doesn't work at all
Maybe he misread the sign, maybe it was just so big and genius that he couldn't understand it.
Like that creep who promised him everything…
even love
End.
oo; Right…I don't know, I felt that I had to put some sort of story up so I tried a drabble…and failed miserably…and, you know, this isn't really coherent at all. Haha, maybe somebody will like this.