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Bowser's Dungeon of Words

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4:30 AM writing. [Sep. 6th, 2005|04:47 am]
Bowser's Dungeon of Words

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[sobescorpio86]
[mood |mellowmellow]
[music |Chevelle - 'Comfortable Liar']

I was bored, so I just started writing.. this is what I ended up with...

 

'She'

 Walking down the sidewalk, head hung low, she repeats his last words in her head. You were never special. I never loved you. You’re the reason I’m doing this. A silent tear ran down her cheek. It was all her fault. At least, in her mind it was. He sounded so sincere when he spoke those final words. It was hard not to believe him. After all, he’d never lied to her before. At least, not as far as she knew. You were never special. I never loved you. You’re the reason I’m doing this. She kicked a pebble that lay before her as she continued on her way. She’d spent her whole life searching for love. She thought she’d finally found it. Apparently not. She was so sure… until those three little sentences. You were never special. I never loved you. You’re the reason I’m doing this. She reaches home, unscathed; unharmed. On the outside, at least. She’d never seen a dead body before. Much less, someone in the process of dying. She follows the stairs up to her floor. She carries herself to her apartment, and to her bedroom. You were never special. I never loved you. You’re the reason I’m doing this. With the pull of the trigger, all of these words are erased from her mind.

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