Post by nate on Mar 30, 2008 10:02:03 GMT -5
His once gentle and smooth face was bent in a sorrowfull expression. Rosey cheekbones were lined with watermarks, left from tears that still flowed from his emerald eyes, the same eyes that could draw you in to his world, which opened up revealing a glossy layer of salty tears that gave way to the pain he was undergoing. His body was shaking, convulsing with spasms of sobs and misery piled into one soul. His slender face was tilted to the ground, peering down at one hand that rested on the floor, helping him keep his balance "I'm never going to be like you, Never!" The last word came out in a screaming sob. His other hand, oh his other hand. It was placed next to his head, slender finger's wrapped in a welcoming manner around the handle of a 9 mm. His forefinger carresing the trigger threatening to slip and fire the weapon.
The barrel was pressed tightly agains his head, causing his dirty blond hair to ruffle lightly "I won't let myself destroy everyone" His voice shook violently, as if threatening to burst out in screams. His hand shook almost uncontrollably, causing his finger to often slip from the trigger. "I'll end this here..." his words seemed ot fade into nothing but heavy beathing "I'll end this now.." He grasped the gun tighter,. clenching his eyes shut, the tears freely flowing. He began shaking again, before forcing himself to calm down. Ah yes, the calm before the storm. He took a few short breaths, before eagerly letting his finger tighten 'BANG'...
The seventeen year old boy jolted from his bed, beads of sweat trickling down his forhead and tears streaming down his rosey red cheeks. He had woke up to the sound of his own screams, the memory was all to real, and sometimes he thought 'what if.. I had pulled that trigger, what if my brother hadn't of came in just at that moment.' He sat there, breath heavy and body shaking, still trying to recover. He had to stop. He had followed into his Father's addiction, alcohol.
That night, in the santuary of his room, with help from his brother, he had conquered it.Aiden glanced over at the clock, 11:30. He wiped his forhead before sitting up, feeling as if his legs were going to give way beneath his form. He wiped the remanents of tears from his cheeks as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was a complete wreck. His dark brown hair was dissarayed. His eyes, they seemed so translucent, as if you could see his world, his pain. He stretched, wincing as a cut down his arm, causing by broken glass, strained. He sighed softly, forcing himself to leave the solitude of his room.
He made his way down stairs, hoping to avoid his father, but he seemed to Fail "Where do you think your going boy?" His father's words were slow and slurred. He shook his head "No where that you can find me." replied calmly, opening the door and grabbing his board "You walk out that door, son, and you better not plan on coming back!" He father shouted behind him, the echoe of a beer bottle clanking on the table followed his words " Fine.. I won't" He muttered, slamming the door behind him. He was still shaking, uncontrolably.
[/center]The barrel was pressed tightly agains his head, causing his dirty blond hair to ruffle lightly "I won't let myself destroy everyone" His voice shook violently, as if threatening to burst out in screams. His hand shook almost uncontrollably, causing his finger to often slip from the trigger. "I'll end this here..." his words seemed ot fade into nothing but heavy beathing "I'll end this now.." He grasped the gun tighter,. clenching his eyes shut, the tears freely flowing. He began shaking again, before forcing himself to calm down. Ah yes, the calm before the storm. He took a few short breaths, before eagerly letting his finger tighten 'BANG'...
The seventeen year old boy jolted from his bed, beads of sweat trickling down his forhead and tears streaming down his rosey red cheeks. He had woke up to the sound of his own screams, the memory was all to real, and sometimes he thought 'what if.. I had pulled that trigger, what if my brother hadn't of came in just at that moment.' He sat there, breath heavy and body shaking, still trying to recover. He had to stop. He had followed into his Father's addiction, alcohol.
That night, in the santuary of his room, with help from his brother, he had conquered it.Aiden glanced over at the clock, 11:30. He wiped his forhead before sitting up, feeling as if his legs were going to give way beneath his form. He wiped the remanents of tears from his cheeks as he looked at himself in the mirror, he was a complete wreck. His dark brown hair was dissarayed. His eyes, they seemed so translucent, as if you could see his world, his pain. He stretched, wincing as a cut down his arm, causing by broken glass, strained. He sighed softly, forcing himself to leave the solitude of his room.
He made his way down stairs, hoping to avoid his father, but he seemed to Fail "Where do you think your going boy?" His father's words were slow and slurred. He shook his head "No where that you can find me." replied calmly, opening the door and grabbing his board "You walk out that door, son, and you better not plan on coming back!" He father shouted behind him, the echoe of a beer bottle clanking on the table followed his words " Fine.. I won't" He muttered, slamming the door behind him. He was still shaking, uncontrolably.
