This means nothing. Except maybe allusions to a few psychiatry related problems I have been reading prior to this. Angst because apparently I cannot write anything fun. Besides, this stuff is never fun...
First original piece I've written in ages. This just further reminds me that I suck.
Enjoy. If you can tell me what the disorder I allude to is, all the better.
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Because tomorrow will be sunny
He walked through the empty rooms slowly, his hand sometimes running over the surfaces of dusty furniture. Staining his fingers with a gray color.
She smiled at him from the doorway, a hand stretched towards him. Her pink lips moved as she said something and her entire face lit as she laughed. He could see his own hand reaching towards her. Did he laugh too, he wonders.
Every footstep was accompanied by a dull crunch as he walked on, uncaring in the debris that littered the floor. He imagines that he could feel the glass cut through the soles of his shoes, tearing at the skin of his feet. He wonders why he feels no pain.
The walls were cast an odd flickering orange as he ran down the hall. He knew something was wrong. Knew it in his bones. In his labored breaths that burned his lungs. He could feel hands grab at him, pulling him back. A crack, a rush of flame and smoke and his vision starts to blur around the edges. He hears a loud cry. Almost animal in its ferocity and despair. He wonders why his throat hurts.
“We should go back,” a voice wakes him from his reverie.
He looks up from the ruined cupboard he had been unconsciously inspecting. The glass doors had shattered when it fell. He turned and the glass crunched under
foot.
“Who lived here?” he asked.
The man, his friend, smiled.
“A happy couple.”
“I hope they’re okay. It looks like this place was burned pretty bad.”
“I’m sure everything’s fine”
The door was pulled shut behind him. He stretched lazily, easing a tension he hadn’t known had built in his neck and back. His friend chuckled in amusement as he popped his back.
“Let’s go have ice-cream,” he said.
“Why ice-cream?” his friend asked as he led the way back to their car.
“Just felt like it. Chocolate chip cookies and almonds sounds good. What?”
His friend smiled sadly.
“Ice cream it is.”
Because tomorrow will be sunny
He walked through the empty rooms slowly, his hand sometimes running over the surfaces of dusty furniture. Staining his fingers with a gray color.
She smiled at him from the doorway, a hand stretched towards him. Her pink lips moved as she said something and her entire face lit as she laughed. He could see his own hand reaching towards her. Did he laugh too, he wonders.
Every footstep was accompanied by a dull crunch as he walked on, uncaring in the debris that littered the floor. He imagines that he could feel the glass cut through the soles of his shoes, tearing at the skin of his feet. He wonders why he feels no pain.
The walls were cast an odd flickering orange as he ran down the hall. He knew something was wrong. Knew it in his bones. In his labored breaths that burned his lungs. He could feel hands grab at him, pulling him back. A crack, a rush of flame and smoke and his vision starts to blur around the edges. He hears a loud cry. Almost animal in its ferocity and despair. He wonders why his throat hurts.
“We should go back,” a voice wakes him from his reverie.
He looks up from the ruined cupboard he had been unconsciously inspecting. The glass doors had shattered when it fell. He turned and the glass crunched under
foot.
“Who lived here?” he asked.
The man, his friend, smiled.
“A happy couple.”
“I hope they’re okay. It looks like this place was burned pretty bad.”
“I’m sure everything’s fine”
The door was pulled shut behind him. He stretched lazily, easing a tension he hadn’t known had built in his neck and back. His friend chuckled in amusement as he popped his back.
“Let’s go have ice-cream,” he said.
“Why ice-cream?” his friend asked as he led the way back to their car.
“Just felt like it. Chocolate chip cookies and almonds sounds good. What?”
His friend smiled sadly.
“Ice cream it is.”
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