Post by everard greyback on Feb 24, 2009 8:52:10 GMT -5
CAN'T STOP SH-SH-SHAKING
TAG: OPEN
It was one of those stunning nights, clear sky, chilly air. One of those nights when boyfriends get awakened by women saying "It's such a beautiful night, come take a walk with me", and they'd walk there hand in hand telling each other that they're far more beautiful than the stars.
Everard Greyback wasn't one of those boyfriends.
The guy had spent the last five days in his bed, vomiting and hating every cell of his body. He was weak, having not been able to keep food down for almost a week, hungry too. And he looked even more wasted than usually, trembling, tensed, tired.
He'd wanted air, and was now sitting on a swing in a deserted playground. Everard was shivering, clenching his fists tightly around the chains holding the swing up. Loathe. He looked at the shadow that the moon cast in front of him. Stick thin legs, stick thin arms, bringing your thoughts to spiders and those anorexic models. Messed up hair making you think of mad scientists. "I'm the boogeyman" he thought with a sarcastic smile on his plump lips. Loathe. He looked down at his lap, baring his teeth. He was disgusted, disgusted by everything he was, by everything that was. All existing.
Still shivering he stood up and took a couple of steps away from the swing. He turned around to face the moon, Lunar deity would destroy and heal him in twenty-four hours. "Fuck" he cursed it under his breath. He shuddered violently and crossed his arms violently over his chest to keep him intact. "What are you waiting for!?" he screamed, feeling his knees starting to give up. "Come and fucking take me!"
He turned away from his god and arch enemy, gripping himself tighter. Loathe. Everard started giggling, "Sick, sick world" he muttered, smirking again.
