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[Mar. 26th, 2004|09:01 pm]
blinking eights

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*sobs* Taryn you're just so demanding *shudder* I'm scared.


The young man blindly stumbled into the bathroom. His heart pounded in his ears, and seemed to echo off the grimy bathroom’s walls. It was deafening. He clutched his hands over his ears hoping to drown out the relentless thumping. His hands felt wet. He brought them to his eyes, and they were covered in blood. Gasping, he fell to his knees staring at his soiled hands. His eyes wildly scanned the bathroom, and spotted the sink. Getting up from his feet, he began wobbling towards the sink, and turned on the water. The water slowly filled up the sink. He submerged his hands in the freezing water, gasping as the cold crept through his body. He began to scrub them brutally. His eyes watched the blood be washed away into the dark, unforgiving water. Once he was satisfied with the cleanliness of his hands, he stood up straight and looked into the mirror. His reflection was haunting. Staring back at the young man was a man who seemed to have aged twenty years in one night. His face was unshaven, his hair was disheveled, his cut on his forehead was covered in dried blood and his jacket was splattered with mud and blood. The young man could not own his own gaze, so he looked down to the floor. He noticed his shoes were missing. He looked at his hands once more, his reflection one last time, then he left the bathroom, and walked outside of the building. As he stepped outside, his eyes were drawn to the sky. The sun was rising, barely visible over the horizon. Today, the sun was not bringing the welcoming light of day. Far away in the distance, he saw thunder clouds rolling in. It looked like the sun was setting, not rising. The clouds approached in a rapid speed as the young man stood. The skies opened, and rain began to fall. He pulled up the hood of his tattered jacket. The wound on above his eye began to bleed profusely as the rain washed away the dried blood. He closed his eyes trying to escape from the moment. When he opened them, all he saw was red.


well, that was interesting. annnyyyy feedback would be omg, so nice!
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