Shut Up

Title: Shut Up
Author: Timelessness
Summary: Violence
Rating: R
Pairing(s): None
Feedback: Please R&R ?
Characters: One single character .
Betas: Karma , thank you so much for beta reading my crappy work ! :p
Author's notes:
1- This is my first fic ever.
2- I\'m wasted.
3- English isn\'t my mother tongue, so I'm really sorry
for any grammar mistakes. If anyone would like to help
my out, please feel free to tell me so.
4- Hope you like it. Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I\'m not making any money out of this . It is an original story . AFF has established the new policy of the disclaimers , and I\'m not enjoying writing a disclaimer for each one of my stories , I\'m too lazy .


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Shut up. I can\'t stand your yelling at me. Shut up.
Hope you rot and I hope it hurts. Shut up. I really
don\'t know what I\'m doing here; I can\'t help but feel
helpless. My wings have left me. I have no will, no
hope, no mercy, no tears to regret what I\'ve done.

A knot is building in my throat. Yes, my throat is an
open grave. Come on, yell at me. I can\'t live like
this. Tell me how miserable I am, how useless I am,
how worthless.

Now I know I\'ll never be able to reach the night sky.

Now it doesn\'t matter how warm the moon is to me,
because your yelling doesn\'t stop. I\'d like to wrap my
hands around your beautiful throat, your white throat,
but my limbs don\'t seem able to respond to my wish.
Tears inevitably run down my face.

I\'m alone, terribly alone. Or at least this is how I
feel. Let me go. Please, be merciful for once, as I
was, and let me go.

I can\'t stop the stream of thoughts running through my
brain. A cruel migraine makes me its slave.

Shut up.

I can\'t stand your smell. Yes, I can smell your scent.
Your fear. Your yelling. Your violence. I can smell
the beating.

I will never have this, not this time at least.

I cradle myself against the door. It is locked. Unlock
it and run. I can\'t; it\'s stuck.

My eyes roam the room frantically.

I realize I can\'t stop this. Yes, I know.

It hit me; I know I\'ll never be able to get it off me.

Now I understand.

And a sardonic smile makes its way to my lips. I look
at you. I dare to look into your eyes now and I see
this unknown smile reflected into them.

Now we\'re lost. Lack of words.

Tell me what\'s wrong.

Now I rise, and I am towering over you. I can smell
your fear; so beautiful.

Now these limbs aren\'t mine. My hands don\'t respond to
me.

This runs down my spine. Your throat is so tempting,
so white, so beckoning.

That throat reminds me of everything I\'ve done.

Now I know what must be done.

I throw myself upon you. I can\'t help but hit your
head again and again against the floor. I hit it until
it is mixed with the tiles. Until the blood has
covered my fists. Until I feel I\'m beating fresh meat.

Then, something stops me. Something caught my
attention: a white pearl over the carpet. I looked at
it. I can\'t help but think it is really beautiful, and
it wasn\'t the only one. Now, now.

I collect each and every one of them, and then I hold
them in the palm of my hand. I scrutinize them.

My God-- they were teeth!

I stood up, and held them in my fist with care.

Then I took the key chain from the corpse lying under
me and opened the door, locked it behind me, and stuck
the chain under the ridiculous \"Welcome\" carpet. I
went down the stairs, and the midnight sky opened its
arms to me. I felt I was home.

And the wind encouraged me to keep going. Yeah, I
know, I know: I\'ve run out of cigarettes.