I'm tired it's 2:48am and I can't sleep. I'm going to write now. If you don't like it fuck you. This is all fictional incase you think this is me. This ain't me this is my brain when it's up to fuckin late.
Static
Listen... do you hear them?
I do. I hear everything. The whispers, the shouting the screams. Listen carefully.... you hear it don't you? Of course not. Only I can hear them. Those tortured screams begging for mercy. The screams of lovers caught in the moment by their spouses. Every word spoken, every grunt muttered I hear it. I want you to listen closely. Just close your eyes and let your mind go. Don't concentrate let the sound come to you. You hear them right? Tell me you hear them. Please. I'm so tired of listening. WORD AFTER FUCKING WORD. I HEAR EVERY FUCKING STORY ONE AFTER THE OTHER ALL THE TIME. THEY WON'T SHUT UP THEY WON'T LEAVE ME ALONE. WHY CAN'T THEY LEAVE ME ALONE. Every story every tale every tradegy told like it's one big story. Stories of murder, rape, lust, greed. envy, hatred every story is the same. Someone always dies. And then I hear there story. It won't stop. I JUST WANT IT TO FUCKING STOP. STOP THE NOISE STOP THE PAIN STOP MY LIFE. PLEASE STOP MY LIFE. These voices say that they're angelic, they're the voice of god. I tell them to fuck off. There is no god. If there was then why would I be in so much pain. They speak of lovers being murdered their lips coloured with blood from their final passionate embrace. Women making men that lust over them kill each other. Children hiding from their drunken father so they don't get raped. I hear all the stories. I hear them everyday. I never sleep I only dream dreams that aren't mine. I live the lives of others in my mind. Listen to them talk.
Listen... do you hear them?
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Distance
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine how are you feeling?"
"Cold and miserable."
"Here take my coat."
"No you'll get cold."
"Then I'll have to hug you."
"Ok."
I take off my coat and wrap it round her shivering body. She's shivering from head to toe. I move closer to her so I can wrap my arms around her. I know what she wants is comfort and that's what I plan to give her.
I whisper softly into her ear.
"Everything is going to be ok, just sit here and try to sleep."
"I can't sleep with you here. I want to spend every waking moment with you."
I smile at her and she smiles back. Our little moment of joy is interupted by a gunshot.
"Whats that?" She asks
"Shooting." I reply
"Are they close Kaleb?"
"Not close enough to get to us, we'll be safe here don't you worry."
"But I am worried Kaleb." Her voice trembling on my name.
"I'm here babe, nothing with get between us."
"I believe you Kaleb."
She buries herself deeper into my arms and starts to slowly drift to sleep. I kiss her on the forehead and hold her tighter. She slowly stops shivering and her body accepts the warmth that I am offering. I can hear more gunshots and the sound of a car pulling by. I reach for the 9mm thats on the ground. I move it so its close enough for me to quickly grab. 5 years of police training have paid off tonight. Three dead with only two more to go. They want what they can't have. I'll never give her up. I wish this city wasn't so desolated. I wish there were more caring people. The wastelands as the other cities like to call it, is my homeland. One the greatest city in the western world plague struck and my people we're gone. Some say the japanese did it, but I think it was an inside job.
you know what fuck that I don't know what to write anymore.
I'm better than you
The story caught my interest ^_^. Can you continue? I want to know what's going on.... why do they want her.... who are they.... etc. Hope you'll continue...
Holy ... Crap... Godly... More PLEASE!!