08-26-2008, 12:43 AM
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Life wasn't fair. It was a mantra no one had ever taught him because they had been too busy abandoning him to the wilderness. It was as if they had all known all along that it would turn out this way, that he would be doomed to leave broken bodies and broken hearts in his wake, that would end up like this, a diminished sort of creature, lying on a deathbed, but unable to die, unable to do anything at all but scream at all the injustices in the world.
He writhed on his bed, gnashing his teeth so his tongue bled.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!he shrieked as the other's voice continued to rise, like a wave approaching the shore, a tidal wave, a fucking tsunami. Everyone was a sinner except the ones whose throats he'd torn out. That was the way the world worked.
He writhed on his bed, gnashing his teeth so his tongue bled.
Shut up! THERE IS NO GOD. You're not God! SHUT UP!With all of his strength, he ripped his hand from the other's grasp, effectively twisting his wrist, once and for all. The burning pain was nothing compared to the fire in his mind though, whether fever-induced or otherwise. His heart was pounding too quickly and he couldn't breathe. His body was backed against the wall and his throat was searing with the same flames as in his head.
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! SHUT UP!