Post by Druze on Jul 3, 2006 11:32:25 GMT -5
Matts eyes flashed open and darted around his room. Something was in here and it was freaking the nuts out of him. Suddenly he could feel the weight of his bed change and hear a soft sweet purr. "You stupid cat you scared the nuts out of me" he said pulling the cat up to him. She purred softly it mewed at his comment "Yes chicklets I missed you too" he said with a smile.
He lived in this room, literally. He left for school, the rare time he did, for work and to see his friends, well of what was left of them. He let the cat curl up to his side as his arms were pulled behind d his head.
He smiled as the music turned on telling him to get up. The same rough music played day in and day out. Any thing from Love will tear us apart by Fall out boy to Metallica's One. He smiled hearing an oh so familiar rock beat of Change (in the house of flies) by Deftones. He sighed knowing he would soon have to get up, rolling over he felt a sharp pain in his upper arm, he suddenly remembered the nights doing's. He pulled his arm down in front of him as he looked at the mark with dried blood coated around it.
Did I pass out, after this? He questioned himself. He smiled at the familiar marking. Art to him, suicide to his mother, when she was around that is. A small star was placed on the inside of his upper right arm, small lines placed around one side made it look like it was shooting star. He glanced at it as he sat up. He looked at the art across his room, matching the one now on his arm. He smiled and shook his head, as it started to throb.No you got drunk his mind corrected his earlier question. He smiled and got up slowly. He turned to tuck his kitty into the blankets and walked to his door.
Walking slowly to the bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet blind in the darkness. Taking out a few aspirin, the only medication there and a bottle of water he took the pills. He shook his head and took a few deep breaths. He had to move on with the day.
He turned the light on, with his eyes shut. He slowly opened them letting himself adjust to the light. He looked at his dark black hair -oh natural- and smiled. He loved the shortness and the way bed seemed to make it perfect. He cleaned his face with a cold cloth. He turned around to turn the shower on. He threw off his boxers and got in. The shower was hot and a nice wake up call, which he so desperately needed. He knew he had to work in an hour and he needed to wake up.
Finished he walked back to his room, the music now Metallica's The Unforgiven II playing he took out a pair of black jeans and a simple black t-shirt. He changed quickly and headed for the door. He had a a good walk to work, and wanted enough time to think.
He watched as the world went by as he walked. A couple argued about kids, another kissed before the man departed for work. He watched as a couple kids flew past him, obviously late for school. He laughed "Don't hurt yourselves" he called after them. Some people really thought this man was down on life, and hated it. Many thought so after seeing his scars, but nothing could be further from the truth. He really loved life, and most things that went with it. It was just art to him. He shook his head looking at the music store he worked in. He walked in and looked around. Two people were there. Dave his boss and a customer"Morning Dave" he said as he walked past him. "Busy morning?" he questioned. Dave looked up at Matt and just nodded and went back to his work. Thats the way things worked here. He let is slide and started to fix the store up, like any other day.
He lived in this room, literally. He left for school, the rare time he did, for work and to see his friends, well of what was left of them. He let the cat curl up to his side as his arms were pulled behind d his head.
He smiled as the music turned on telling him to get up. The same rough music played day in and day out. Any thing from Love will tear us apart by Fall out boy to Metallica's One. He smiled hearing an oh so familiar rock beat of Change (in the house of flies) by Deftones. He sighed knowing he would soon have to get up, rolling over he felt a sharp pain in his upper arm, he suddenly remembered the nights doing's. He pulled his arm down in front of him as he looked at the mark with dried blood coated around it.
Did I pass out, after this? He questioned himself. He smiled at the familiar marking. Art to him, suicide to his mother, when she was around that is. A small star was placed on the inside of his upper right arm, small lines placed around one side made it look like it was shooting star. He glanced at it as he sat up. He looked at the art across his room, matching the one now on his arm. He smiled and shook his head, as it started to throb.No you got drunk his mind corrected his earlier question. He smiled and got up slowly. He turned to tuck his kitty into the blankets and walked to his door.
Walking slowly to the bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet blind in the darkness. Taking out a few aspirin, the only medication there and a bottle of water he took the pills. He shook his head and took a few deep breaths. He had to move on with the day.
He turned the light on, with his eyes shut. He slowly opened them letting himself adjust to the light. He looked at his dark black hair -oh natural- and smiled. He loved the shortness and the way bed seemed to make it perfect. He cleaned his face with a cold cloth. He turned around to turn the shower on. He threw off his boxers and got in. The shower was hot and a nice wake up call, which he so desperately needed. He knew he had to work in an hour and he needed to wake up.
Finished he walked back to his room, the music now Metallica's The Unforgiven II playing he took out a pair of black jeans and a simple black t-shirt. He changed quickly and headed for the door. He had a a good walk to work, and wanted enough time to think.
He watched as the world went by as he walked. A couple argued about kids, another kissed before the man departed for work. He watched as a couple kids flew past him, obviously late for school. He laughed "Don't hurt yourselves" he called after them. Some people really thought this man was down on life, and hated it. Many thought so after seeing his scars, but nothing could be further from the truth. He really loved life, and most things that went with it. It was just art to him. He shook his head looking at the music store he worked in. He walked in and looked around. Two people were there. Dave his boss and a customer"Morning Dave" he said as he walked past him. "Busy morning?" he questioned. Dave looked up at Matt and just nodded and went back to his work. Thats the way things worked here. He let is slide and started to fix the store up, like any other day.
