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+Kill or Be Killed+ 1Oh god, why? Why? Why is it always me. Why do these things always happen to me...?
In a brief moment of clarity, Cassy sat against the wall of her tiny, dank apartment. She was staring at the pulp in front of her that used to be a person.
"Oh god," she breathed as she stared. So much blood.
So much blood from that bastard.
Her hand raised to her face. Her lip was split from where her lip was ripped by her sharp teeth. Eye puffed up from a right hook, cuts and a few shards of glass sticking out of her cheek.
"I have to clean up." She scrambled up and ran to the bathroom. As she threw on the light, she stared at the mirror. There was an imprint of where her face had been smashed into the mirror.
"Cass! You home?" He walked in, cigarette in his mouth and smelled of booze. Cassy jumped slightly as he slammed the bathroom door open. She was in her underwear and a tank top, sitting on the sink texting.
That was against his rules. Why did she always pick those boys with the weird ru
By the End of the Night pt210:30pm. What the fuck am I even writing anymore? I don't know, I can't do this. Fuck every thing.
Joey's head slammed into the desk, irritated. He closed his eyes, reaching over and putting on some music, eyes blank and dark. He didn't know how to handle this anymore. He just needed to write this letter Kaine. Just this one. Fucking. Letter.
"Why can't I do anything right..." He closed his eyes and sighed, then looked out the darkened window. Joy hadn't had the baby yet. He still had time. He yawned and looked down at the paper.
Finally, he had it. He put the pen to paper and slowly started writing...
I suck at writing letters. If I fuck this up, you'll be getting this, and I just want you to know, it was fun man.
Kick their asses,
He nodded slowly, sitting back. As he looked out the window again, he heard car doors. Dumbasses can't even by quiet. He reached over to the ipod sitting on his desk, and turned it up loud. As he heard his front doors being kicke
By the End of the Night pt1It's been years old friend. I remember all the times we had. They've been nothing short of wonderful. I'll miss you.
Joey stared down at his letter, then sighed in irritation. "This is absolute shit." He crumpled it up. He stared at the clock on his desk. It was only six pm, and he knew that he had six hours to write this damn letter. 'Why the fuck is this so hard?'
Interrupting his thoughts, there was a knock on the door. A young woman, in her mid twenties and obviously pregnant, poked her head in. "Hey, daddy."
Joey smiled, standing up, "Hey there, Joybear. How's my baby girl today?" He walked over to her, hugging her gently and kissing her head.
She smiled, "Good daddy. Dally and I were just stopping by to see you and mama. I'm going to the hospital for them to induce labor."
Joey blinked and looked at the clock, eyes suddenly getting weary. He looked at his little girl, his little angel, and smiled softly. "I won't be able to come with you, sweetheart."
Joy's smile slowly f
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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