7deuce

Shawn is H8tedByYou!

the sound of my breathing echoing in my ears is deafening.
i walk over and press play on the stereo.
music blares from the speakers.
"...THIS WHOLE THING I THINK IT"S SICK"
i sit down on the bed and stare at what lies on the bed stand.
black and cold it calls to me. i set my hand on it.
it's evil and comforting at the same time.
"...YOU CAN'T SEE CALIFORNIA WITHOUT MARLON BRANDO'S EYES."
slowly i take my hand away.
there is a wetness on it where my palm had rested.
"...DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE."
i notice i'm shaking. i shut my eyes and lie back on my bed.
i think of what i want to do. life. who will miss me?
i know the answer.
"...BIDING MY TIME UNTIL THE TIME IS RIGHT."
someone once told me there is only one constant in life.
it's true.
"...DEATH IS FINE, GIVE ME MINE. ONLY ONE OF US WALKS AWAY,"
i sit up and try to breath deeply.
the air just gets stuck in my throat.
i reach over.
it is heavy in my hand.
but for the first time i am sure of what i have to do.
it is awkward to have my arm bent like this.
i squeez...
"...I AM THE CREEPING MOUSE."