Post by Shaki on Oct 12, 2009 21:53:52 GMT -5
... and I won't feel bad about forcing people to look at it/read it, because clicking a thread is purely optional. I expect nothing. 'Cept maybe critique, because I can't tell when I'm doing anything wrong.
Anyways... On to the subject(s)!
OHWAIT. WARNIN. Everything below is rated 'R-ish' for copious amounts of graphic violence and/or cuteness.
//// Monster ////
He didn’t need a psychiatrist.
That was what he’d decided; he was going to avoid going until they just decided to stop trying. He knew exactly what he needed, and it wasn’t that. That would just unravel all of his problems, and he’d end up as a massive tangle of yarn on the floor; completely useless. If that was what they wanted now, they surely weren’t going to get it. They asked for him, and they knew what they were getting into, if they did their research right. It wasn’t his fault they didn’t like what they were seeing from him.
His confidence was lacking. There was no ignoring that empty feeling in his heart. There was supposed to be something there forever, but he wasn’t normal, he needed it filled. He was out. And he was angry.
It was an empty feeling; trigger-haired, going from simply standing to completely enraged, standing over someone else; a whole person who’d made the mistake of speaking in whatever way they had. Sometimes they didn’t even speak. He just took them down and made them feel equally as hurt as he did on the inside. Really, he knew what he was looking for. It wasn’t his action, it was the reaction. So far, none of them had been right.
Innocence was beside him. He didn’t care. He felt his insides rip with a surreptitious sideways glance and he turned, primal violence taking over his body; a desire to destroy. Though he heard nothing, he felt fear and it made him angrier, his insides squeezing together as though trying to collapse in on that emptiness.
“Stop.”
Metal pointed down at his temple, and his body ground to an agitated halt. His eyes traveled and he rose up a bit, silenced and empty, open. He pressed his forehead to the barrel after a moment, eyes flickering shut; waiting. He pushed a little, coaxing. Empty. Just waste one.
“Stupid.”
It whipped away from him and he stumbled, looking up. That was all. He decided, maybe, he could stop now. He could trust that. He could like that. That would never lie to him.
That would fill the hole…
…For now.
//// End ////
Anyways... On to the subject(s)!
OHWAIT. WARNIN. Everything below is rated 'R-ish' for copious amounts of graphic violence and/or cuteness.
//// Monster ////
He didn’t need a psychiatrist.
That was what he’d decided; he was going to avoid going until they just decided to stop trying. He knew exactly what he needed, and it wasn’t that. That would just unravel all of his problems, and he’d end up as a massive tangle of yarn on the floor; completely useless. If that was what they wanted now, they surely weren’t going to get it. They asked for him, and they knew what they were getting into, if they did their research right. It wasn’t his fault they didn’t like what they were seeing from him.
His confidence was lacking. There was no ignoring that empty feeling in his heart. There was supposed to be something there forever, but he wasn’t normal, he needed it filled. He was out. And he was angry.
It was an empty feeling; trigger-haired, going from simply standing to completely enraged, standing over someone else; a whole person who’d made the mistake of speaking in whatever way they had. Sometimes they didn’t even speak. He just took them down and made them feel equally as hurt as he did on the inside. Really, he knew what he was looking for. It wasn’t his action, it was the reaction. So far, none of them had been right.
Innocence was beside him. He didn’t care. He felt his insides rip with a surreptitious sideways glance and he turned, primal violence taking over his body; a desire to destroy. Though he heard nothing, he felt fear and it made him angrier, his insides squeezing together as though trying to collapse in on that emptiness.
“Stop.”
Metal pointed down at his temple, and his body ground to an agitated halt. His eyes traveled and he rose up a bit, silenced and empty, open. He pressed his forehead to the barrel after a moment, eyes flickering shut; waiting. He pushed a little, coaxing. Empty. Just waste one.
“Stupid.”
It whipped away from him and he stumbled, looking up. That was all. He decided, maybe, he could stop now. He could trust that. He could like that. That would never lie to him.
That would fill the hole…
…For now.
//// End ////