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DrugThe mask had become another person. Tim wasn't Tim anymore, and the part that wasn't Tim didn't want to be. The mask had become sentient. It sat on the bottom of his backpack while his hands shook, lighting his cigarette. He let the match burn to him finger tips, the tiny flame licking his skin. Tim's breath grew shallow and quick, and he felt the mask in his bag like it was a stone. He ached to take the mask from his bag, slip it over his face and become his other person. It was his drug, he shot up with the fear and anger he provoked, becoming intoxicated with the sick pleasure of knowing he caused pain. Soon, he smelt a sweet burning smell.
"fuck." He sighed, flicking the match out of his hand and whipping the charred remains of the match off on his Jeans. He took a deep drag from his cigarette before toeing it out on the cement. He gave in. He fended off his poison with poison, but it never worked. He knew that his first cigarette of the night would be the only one of th
BlacknessHe could hardly remember who he was anymore. He remembered the mask being forced onto his head, and then the occasional bits and pieces of little nonsensical mash ups of screams and people. But the darkness stands out the most. At first, he thought it was just blank parts of his memory, but the dark was so vivid and warm. Like clothing fresh from the dryer, he was reaching for the balmy black cloth in front of him, he clung like static. He felt flesh beneath the clothing, and it felt human for a moment. Until where the bone was supposed to be, it was just tissue, soft and pliable. It was warm. It was gone as soon as he was sure he felt it. His hands stretched out in the darkness like a child reaching for his mother. His eyes strived to see something that wasn't there anymore and he grabbed lightly at the empty blackness.
E.T. Skrillien Ch.3Joel had a restless sleep that night. He kept seeing Sonny's face before he shut the door on him. Hurt, confused, and something he could place. Betrayed? He couldn't believe that, from only knowing the boy for a few hours. Then again, he had been the first human he had met, so that could have installed some sort of trust in him. He tossed and turned in his bed while storm clouds churned above the apartment complex and lightning split the sky. Rain splat against the tarp he put up where the glass door had been smashed, and the sound resonated inside his skull like a marching band. He clamped his pillow over his head and tried to drown out the sounds and the image of Sonny alone in the rain. A particularly close strike of lightning illuminated his house and abruptly made his sit straight up, gasping like he was awakened from a nightmare.
"Dammit." He cursed throwing on a coat.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit." He swore his way out the door and down the stairs of the building until he saw
E.T. Skrillien Ch.2Joel paced his house, incessantly running his thin fingers through his hair.
"There is an Alien in my house. Fantastic. I can deal with this." He murmured to himself as his bare feet slapped upon the linoleum flooring of his kitchen. Said Alien was sitting cross legged on the couch, lightly petting the Black and white cat that had returned from his nap in Joel's bedroom. Sonny made a low, rippling noise in his throat that sounded like he was mimicking the feline's purr. Joel winced at the sound, glancing at his cat in the strangers lap.
"His name's Meowingtons." He muttered benignly, Taking a break from his pacing and leaning on the counter.
"Meowingtons." Sonny smiled at the name. Joel couldn't help the fact that his heart fluttered when the alien boy smiled, even if it wasn't at him. Sonny continued to make the purr-like hum while Meowingtons stretched out on his lap. Sighing, Joel plopped down next to the pair, smiling awkwardly. He leaned his head and knocked it against
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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