Too Many Memories Lost
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
670
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Too Many Memories Lost
OOC|| This was originally going to be an intro to a roleplay. But, yeah. Turned out more like a short, depressing storie. x.x
IN|| Amber eyes stared out forlornly at the night sky. Tear streaked cheeks glistening in the moonlight reflected off the house. James swallows thickly, his head tilted off to the side, biting back the rest of the tears that were bound to come. She was gone. Completely and utterly gone.
And there was no bringing her back. Never.
Kristen and Daniel were fighting again. It won\'t be too long before James was given back up to adoption. He shudders and buries his pale face into his knees. Why\'d she have to go like that? So suddenly. And without reason.
James\' best friend Angela had commited suicide two hours ago. And he was ripped into peices. She was the only person he ever told about him being gay. And now even that was buried in the ground. Or soon to be. He shudders again, letting loose a sob and twin streaks of tears.
After half an hour he picks himself up and walks back to the house. Ignoring his foster parents, he locks himself in his room and lets himself to wallow even more. Changing into a white wifebeater that only makes him look more anorexic than he already was, and a pair very loose black jeans, he heads out of the house. No destination. He just had to get out of there.
He passes Angela\'s house and pauses, staring up at it\'s empty love. So many memories were buried in that house. He remembers hiding under her bed, playing the Survival Game.
\"... You get attacked by an alligator... what do you do?\"
\"Grab a giant peice of wood and wack it over the head.\"
\"But it grabs the wood and breaks it in half.\"
\"then I run away.\"
\"But it chases you.\"
\"Then I climb a tree.\"
\"It waits.\"
\"I start throwing fruit at it.\"
\"It likes the fruit and eats it.\"
\"Then I eat the fruit and wait it out....\"
They went on like that for ages until Angela turned to face him. Her blue eyes an icy contrast to his warm amber. Blinking, they both realise that they were both really close. \"...James...\" She murmers leaning in closer until their lips connect.
James\' head jerks away and cracks off the bottom of the bed.
\"Jesus! What\'s wrong with you?\" He shreiks and she glances away glumly.
\"I just... thought you liked me...\" She murmers.
\"I do. Just... not like that.\" He says, frowning.
\"Oh... allright then.... You find a snake in the forrest and it\'s hissing at you....\"
He sighs, continuing on.
Too many memories lost....
IN|| Amber eyes stared out forlornly at the night sky. Tear streaked cheeks glistening in the moonlight reflected off the house. James swallows thickly, his head tilted off to the side, biting back the rest of the tears that were bound to come. She was gone. Completely and utterly gone.
And there was no bringing her back. Never.
Kristen and Daniel were fighting again. It won\'t be too long before James was given back up to adoption. He shudders and buries his pale face into his knees. Why\'d she have to go like that? So suddenly. And without reason.
James\' best friend Angela had commited suicide two hours ago. And he was ripped into peices. She was the only person he ever told about him being gay. And now even that was buried in the ground. Or soon to be. He shudders again, letting loose a sob and twin streaks of tears.
After half an hour he picks himself up and walks back to the house. Ignoring his foster parents, he locks himself in his room and lets himself to wallow even more. Changing into a white wifebeater that only makes him look more anorexic than he already was, and a pair very loose black jeans, he heads out of the house. No destination. He just had to get out of there.
He passes Angela\'s house and pauses, staring up at it\'s empty love. So many memories were buried in that house. He remembers hiding under her bed, playing the Survival Game.
\"... You get attacked by an alligator... what do you do?\"
\"Grab a giant peice of wood and wack it over the head.\"
\"But it grabs the wood and breaks it in half.\"
\"then I run away.\"
\"But it chases you.\"
\"Then I climb a tree.\"
\"It waits.\"
\"I start throwing fruit at it.\"
\"It likes the fruit and eats it.\"
\"Then I eat the fruit and wait it out....\"
They went on like that for ages until Angela turned to face him. Her blue eyes an icy contrast to his warm amber. Blinking, they both realise that they were both really close. \"...James...\" She murmers leaning in closer until their lips connect.
James\' head jerks away and cracks off the bottom of the bed.
\"Jesus! What\'s wrong with you?\" He shreiks and she glances away glumly.
\"I just... thought you liked me...\" She murmers.
\"I do. Just... not like that.\" He says, frowning.
\"Oh... allright then.... You find a snake in the forrest and it\'s hissing at you....\"
He sighs, continuing on.
Too many memories lost....