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“In a nightmare I am falling from the ceiling”
Rage pounded through the brunettes mind, sickening hatred coursed through polluted veins. Harsh footsteps resounded through the old school as he chased the yellow hooded man. A sudden turn, a looming window, and a singular thought.
-thump-
Panic sets in, what have you done? Quickly gliding down the stairs he reaches the corpse. Robbing the man without a second thought, the hateful man runs.
“Into bed beside you, I’m screaming and shoving you to try to wake you up”
The sound of a tape player fills the empty room. The lonesome figure paying little attention to the contents playing in front of him until a certain voice rings out from its plastic cage.
“Hey Alex! I’m not late, am I?”
For the remainder of the night all that can be heard are screams of anguish. It’s a pitiful noise, full of betrayal, self-loathing, and grief. He screams until his voice is gone and is throat is raw, till he can’t muster the strength to think, till the world knows his pain. He killed his one true love, and there was no atoning for that.
“I’ve woken up I’m in our bed, but there’s no breathing body there beside me”
Months pass, more red is added to the ledger, another corpse off to the ark. He wishes he could go too, but he’s a coward. The spineless man could kill others but never himself. Despite that, he desperately longed for release, he wanted to see his lover again. Memories of years gone taunt him, he should’ve know, he should’ve payed more attention, but he didn’t. Now he’s alone. Alone, alone, alone. He knows he’ll never get the one he wants back. The golden man with stars in his eyes and a heart bigger than what he knew what to do with. The man who helped him through his darkest hours and was there to infect others with his smile. He missed him...he missed Brian. His Brian, someone he thought was perfect, and was now cold and rotting in a patch of earth. With a slow exhale he made up him mind, and climbed out of the car, pills in hand.
“Just when I think I may have fallen asleep, your face is up against mine, and I'm too terrified to speak”
One step, then two, now three, he walked through the field of sunflowers. It was only fair he met Brian surrounded by the flowers that so strongly reminded him of his love. Fierce, loyal flowers whose petals remain resilient; whose leaves always reached for the sun, straining but beautiful. Flowers that face each other when the sun is gone as if to say, “You’re my sun.” A fitting flower indeed; Brian would always be his sun, in life or death he didn’t care. One, two, three, the Zolpidem falls to his hand. One, two, three, and some more slip down his throat with ease. The soon to be deadman walks to a tree settled in the middle of the field and waits for the silence to take him.
“Hey Tim”
“Hey Bri”