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To The End
By CELEBRITEASE

 


I watch him sleep, his hair sprawled all across the dirty pillow. His chest rises with every beautiful breath he takes, and the breeze of his out breathing is moving his long fringe. His black eye lashes look full and thick against his creamy pale skin.

I take another long draft from my cigarette, and let the smoke escape between my lips. Bored and pondering, I crush the half burnt cig into the ashtray, and huff while raking my hand through my short hair.

Gerard rolls over in his sleep, mumbling something about Mikey playing with the unicorns, and steals the entire blanket. So, there I sit on his beds edge, naked, feeling pretty blue. Usually I don't think about all this stuff this deeply, coz I usually talk to Gerard about all random shit and then fall asleep in his arms.

But now, for a change, he dozed off first, and I'm all alone staring at his room's walls.

It's not like something special has happened today, it's just… I don't know. I feel different. Not sad, or angry or depressed, just different than usually. A bit melancholic, a bit amused in a crazy, mental way, a bit irritated and a tiny itsy-bitsy amount plain fucked in the head.

I bit my lip and feel my lip ring click against my teeth. Click, click, clickety-click.

The clicking of my lip ring is the only goddamn sound in the room. And it feels like it's the only sound in the whole world. Like everything else is just frozen and all silent, but my lip ring is rebelling against it, and keeps making a sound. Just for the sake of it.

I sigh, starting to feel a bit pissed. I don't even know why. I'm just feeling off. Everything feels so unreal. It's this special feeling that comes only by nights, because by days, you are distracted, and you don't bother to even remember the whole thing.

But then comes night again, and you go to bed, and it comes again, just like the sun sets and rises every day. Every night lonely night you finally notice it again, because there is nothing else to occupy your mind. It fills your whole being, crushing you down, making you feel so small, so vulnerable.

And then you know it got you again. The weight of the world is all over you, and there isn't a thing you can do about it. You know the feeling, when nothing feels real, when you even start to doubt your existence. `Cause nothing feels right.

It's like you're watching your so called life from a TV screen, and it's all boring and meaningless. You just sit on your butt, and see every day pass by like some cheap, pointless B-class movie with a shitty plot and stereotypical characters. And you're just like them.

And at those moments, you feel like loosing it. You wonder what point is in living, if it doesn't feel like anything. You ponder, if you should just take that knife from the kitchen table and watch the blood flow on the floor, forming puddles and streams.

If you should take that gun from your dad's drawer, and take it to your temple. To just end all this misery called life. To cut your pointless breathing, because every inhale only brings you closer to death.

 

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