Voices - REV THEORY
Shawn can't remember when his conscience stopped talking to him. It was there when he was a kid. Don't steal. Don't give mom and dad lip. Don't hurt others.
It got muted somewhere.
He managed to tune it out. At first it was like a ratty FM radio, the voice distorted and tinny, but over the years it got more and more muffled, until he's not sure it's even there at all any more.
As he rubs the remnants of sleep from his eyes, if two hours even counts as sleep, and glances at the naked woman beside him, her beauty tarnished in the cold morning light, unveiled from the dark corners of some hazy club, he feels the alcohol still buzzing through his veins. Still feels the throb of over confidence.
He sneaks out before she awakes. No goodbye kiss, no note, no thank you.
No voice of reprimand.
