Thank god it's Tuesday though it's still a long way from Friday. Still it's a lot better from Monday. God I hate Mondays. Not hate like the way that stupid orange cat does. I hate it because it reminds me of who I'm supposed to be, who I pretend to be.
Dim lights soothe the crappy piece of hell hole I'm supposed to call the place I work. The monitor of my Computer is almost blinding me, had I not have been used to it by now. It is late and others have already gone back home. I stare at the scar of my knee, it bleeds softly like a dripping sap from a large tree. Injury from sports. It's supposed to have dried up by now but somehow it keeps on bleeding. I stare a little longer, fascinated by it. That which I love most, flows through my very own body.
The pain starts to scream again deep within my belly. It hurts so much but I mustn't show my weakness in public. Not here. Not now. Not when others will raise suspicions of me. They'd think I'm a monster. Spawn of the devil, not like the Geeky wimp that I portray myself to be. Greg and his writing they'd say. I'll gladly let them keep it that way.
I must log off and head back home now. Dinner awaits home and I mustn't let it rot before I quench my hunger. God I love burgers.
I pinch my stomach and squint my eyes, trying to withstand the screaming inside. I must hold on for a while. I must remain normal.
Still, I think sooner or later someone's bound to know. Stalking me to wherever I go. Like my own shadow.
Ok fuck it. It's time to go home.
The pain. It screams. I must feed soon.
4 comments:
the way you hold your bleeding pain and Screaming Silently
make me imagine that you are..."A badly injured superhero after
having a roughly grappled with the world's culprit.
Then the superhero retrace his step to his place and
pretend as a perfect human after taking his arms
to save the world..." and nobody notice he is suffering
from his sacrifice...
Naw not really. I actually intended to write a story about a serial killer/cannibal trying to fit into normal society whilst having dark deeds.
Then I found out about the wonderful story about Dexter (not the cartoon series) and thought argh damnit there goes my original idea.
I haven't any interest of continuing this story anymore
whoawhhh...tetttt wrong turn of me....so sayang laaa cuz i find it is quite fun to be continued...a fascinated cannibal.....it shows that u haven't any interest on it.....
but its all urs bro...
i used to love this kind of hobby... and still have the saki-baki of it la...
i've wrote about a cockroachmen...
heee sounds silly kan...
p/s: darkly dreaming dexter
http://blogs.pioneerlocal.com/entertainment/dexter_season_3.jpg
invader i love this pic... camsempoi...
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