Love stops when the rain does, chapter 4
"Have you ever wanted to be a bird?"
"What?"
"I don't know. I just wondered what it would be like."
It was playing over and over in my head, pecking at my nerves until I snap and become utterly insane. Like a song you cant get out of your head and you just want to put the gun to your head and pull the trigger. Oh, isn't it just tempting?!? End it all because it's just the gateway to more memories and bad times and tormenting. Why not just end it all? Well, for starters, you DON'T have that gun yet...
"What do you think it's like to be a bird?"
"Fun. You get to fly everywhere, see anything from up high."
"With the fear of being hunted."
"Not if you're an eagle!"
"Hello?" I yelled out.
No answer.
"Helloooo?" I yelled out again.
Still no answer.
I sighed and stepped inside quietly, closing the door so I could hear the click. I walked in hesitantly. All the lights were on. But it was quiet. The only song was the quiet murmurs of the neighbors and the only instruments were the children laughing and dogs barking to keep it all in tune. When you listen to it, at first it's just noise. But you gradually feel a beat and it turns into this obscure, yet satisfying music that you like beyond all other kinds. Amazing what the human mind find appealing.
I walked further down the hall way with a warming color of navy blue that felt like a warm home. There were muffled voices. And guns shooting with hysterical laughter in the background. Only a Movie
But the gun shots do sound inviting
"Hello? Anyone here?" I asked, looking in all the rooms I passed. And yet again, no answer.
I felt somewhat relieved. I didn't want to talk to him right now anyway. But it's better to tell your feelings then to keep them bottled inside. But I don't want to talk to him, right?
Yes you do dumb ass.
No, no I don't. I definitely don't wanna talk to him
Yes you do. You love him. Go talk to him.
No I don't!
You don't love him?
No! I don't want to talk to him...
Oh shit, I'm arguing with myself.
Great.
You're crazy.
That makes you crazy.
So? I'm not the one that wont talk to him.
Get out of my head.
I'm not in your head.
I HATE you.
Well, you better start listening to me because I'm psychic.
Right. How are you psychic?
Because You-know-who's behind you.
"Jaz? That you?" Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Help!
"No, it's Jesus and I'm here to rape a muffin."
"Okay. Well, if you see Jaz can you send her a message for me?" He asked.
"Sure," I said. He spun me around so I was face to face with him. Very close to each other...not fun. Help?
"Can you give her this?"
"What?"
"I don't know. I just wondered what it would be like."
It was playing over and over in my head, pecking at my nerves until I snap and become utterly insane. Like a song you cant get out of your head and you just want to put the gun to your head and pull the trigger. Oh, isn't it just tempting?!? End it all because it's just the gateway to more memories and bad times and tormenting. Why not just end it all? Well, for starters, you DON'T have that gun yet...
"What do you think it's like to be a bird?"
"Fun. You get to fly everywhere, see anything from up high."
"With the fear of being hunted."
"Not if you're an eagle!"
"Hello?" I yelled out.
No answer.
"Helloooo?" I yelled out again.
Still no answer.
I sighed and stepped inside quietly, closing the door so I could hear the click. I walked in hesitantly. All the lights were on. But it was quiet. The only song was the quiet murmurs of the neighbors and the only instruments were the children laughing and dogs barking to keep it all in tune. When you listen to it, at first it's just noise. But you gradually feel a beat and it turns into this obscure, yet satisfying music that you like beyond all other kinds. Amazing what the human mind find appealing.
I walked further down the hall way with a warming color of navy blue that felt like a warm home. There were muffled voices. And guns shooting with hysterical laughter in the background. Only a Movie
But the gun shots do sound inviting
"Hello? Anyone here?" I asked, looking in all the rooms I passed. And yet again, no answer.
I felt somewhat relieved. I didn't want to talk to him right now anyway. But it's better to tell your feelings then to keep them bottled inside. But I don't want to talk to him, right?
Yes you do dumb ass.
No, no I don't. I definitely don't wanna talk to him
Yes you do. You love him. Go talk to him.
No I don't!
You don't love him?
No! I don't want to talk to him...
Oh shit, I'm arguing with myself.
Great.
You're crazy.
That makes you crazy.
So? I'm not the one that wont talk to him.
Get out of my head.
I'm not in your head.
I HATE you.
Well, you better start listening to me because I'm psychic.
Right. How are you psychic?
Because You-know-who's behind you.
"Jaz? That you?" Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Help!
"No, it's Jesus and I'm here to rape a muffin."
"Okay. Well, if you see Jaz can you send her a message for me?" He asked.
"Sure," I said. He spun me around so I was face to face with him. Very close to each other...not fun. Help?
"Can you give her this?"
