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Forgotten Faces
By SteffiSevenfold

 



A/N:
Hey, all. Long time no see, huh?
I haven't been on this site in a month or two, but it feels like years.
Summer's coming up real soon, and I have a feeling it's going to be a good one.
Expect a lot of stories<3
I hope everybody's been really strong.
On the fourteenth of last month, a good friend of mine was tragically killed in a car accident. I
know it's quite a bit to ask, but please keep him in your prayers, for my sake if nothing else.
Also, I think I'll be deleting a lot of my old stories, maybe re-uploading a few, and writing a few
new ones. Trying to start all anew, yanno?
So here's a one shot, not sure how I'm feeling, and no idea what it'll be about.
Here's a surprise to the lot of us.<3
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My throat burns as I inhale smoke slowly downwards. It's a relaxing burn. It calms my nerves,
steadies my shaking hands, and clears my foggy mind.
I take a sharp look around at the steady night. It's the kind of dark you only see in the movies. It
chills me to the very bone.
I look down at my boney hands, my stubby nails painted a deep burgundy. Flicking the dull grey ashes
from my burning Marlboro cigarette, I watch my knuckles flex, watch the skin tighten over the bone.

I sigh and look back up at the bleak black night and jump with a start at the sight in front of me.

``Jesus Christ, Sanders, the hell are you doing?'' I stare at him dumbly as I ask.
``I could ask you the same question, kid.'' He reaches his hands under my muscular arm and leads me
forward.
``It's three o'clock in the fucking morning, Bri. We've been calling your phone and you haven't been
answering.''
``My phone's not on me.''
``You left it at home?''
My mind reels backwards. In my head, I see a deep and dark lake, the ripples shimmering in dull
street lamps.
I shiver and nod bleakly.
``Something like that.''
Matt shakes his head and nudges me towards his car. It's sleek and black, and shines in the
moonlight. If not for the slight outline, I'd have mistaken his car for the black of the night.
Matt opens the driver's side door and slips in the leather seat.
He rolls down the window and stares at me, standing stock still in the dewy grass.
``Get in.''
I stare a while longer, not comprehending his words, his actions, his facial expression, any of
it.
It's all madness to me.
It's all madness in my head.
``Brian, what's wrong with you? Get in the car.''
I stand and I stare unblinking at my once best friend.
Is he still my best friend? My brother? My family?
I don't register him in my mind.
Is he the good guy, or the bad?
What about me?
Does it really matter anymore?
I'm obviously going off my rockers.
His face turns to one of worry, of love.
``You okay, Bri? You're looking a little pale.''
I stare.
I don't speak.
I simply stare.
Matt opens his car door and slides off the warm leather seats.
``Brian?''
I turn around on my heel and walk away at a steady pace, back into the darkness that has consumed my
very being.
I walk and I think, and I keeping thinking. This is insanity.
The words replay over in my head, like a record that can't stop skipping.
It's driving me closer to the edge.
Matt's stocky, warm fingers clench around my wrist and my movements stop completely.
I don't walk.
I won't blink.
I can't breathe.
``Bri, the hell's wrong with you?''
By my wrist, he turns my body towards him.
The sight alone is enough to make him gag.
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Thought this was going to be a one shot, but I guess I'll make it into a short story now. No idea
what just happened, or what will XD
I hope you all enjoy this.
God knows I enjoyed writing it.
It's such a release, you know? Everything around you stops and you can become absorbed in a
fictional world.
Wanted to drag this out simply because of that fact, but I didn't know what else to write, so I
figured, ``Hey... Cliffhanger, why not?''
So, sorry that it's kinda short. I'll update soon, if you guys like it that is.
If you read, thank you very much.
If you review, then it's very appreciated and I thank you from the bottom of my heart
<3

<3 Rest In Great Peace, James Owen Sullivan <3
<3 Rest easy, Matt Wesolowski <3

SteffiSevenfold




 

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