Lost Control (Marcus Death Post)
May 4, 2017 11:47:30 GMT -5
Post by uwu on May 4, 2017 11:47:30 GMT -5
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No one tells you how peaceful death can be. Or how unpeaceful it is. It's not like anyone CAN tell you. The dead can't speak. I knew I was screwed as soon as the other dude swung. At that moment, I stopped giving a shit about the world. Not like I gave a shit about it before. I knew my time was up, but should I care? Probably. Do I care? No. Why the fuck should I, anyways? I don't care about anyone. Well, there's Anna...
My mind flashes through my childhood, where I grew up spending my time hanging out with her. The memory fades as quickly as it came. I try to remember it, it won't come back. Whatever. I don't care enough to try to remember it. I'm already dead. Doesn't really matter what I do now anyways, does it? That stupid bitch from 2 killed me. At least I got on his nerves before I died. It would have been better if he had been the one to die. I would have made such better victor than he could ever be.
But I died...I laugh. Like when I was pissing of the District 2 boy, I laugh. Nothing is funny this time. I'm dead, and I will be no more soon. Nothing seems funnier. I guess this is what I get. Karma finally bit me hard enough. I guess I kinda deserve this, with everything I've done. Should I have been a nicer person? Hell no. I loved doing everything I did. They all also deserved it. Bitches.
What my mind perceives as crazed laughter escapes from my lips. Reality is gone, and so is my complete mental state. Laughter fills my body. There isn't any more pain or anger. Just laughter. Death is no joke, but to me, mine is. The prankster has joined the losing side of an ever continuous battle of Life vs. Death, the longest lasting fight in all existence. Deep down, I knew it would come one day. Today happened to be that day.
Laughter continues to run through my entire mental system. I still don't know if I'm alive or not right now, or what'll happen to me after I finally get released. For all I know, this eternal laughter could be the afterlife. I wouldn't mind being stuck in this. I'm finally at peace. Unless that bitch, Sage, comes into it. I'm gonna kill him for being so fucking annoying. And Seth. I'm gonna kill him for dying first. Or too soon. Or not by my hands.
The maniacal laughter stops at the thought of his name. A new feeling, one I haven't truly felt in my lifetime comes. What is this? Is this what true peace feels like? I fucking hate it. Too calm and too not me. I want the laughter back. Eh. Whatever. I'm gonna have to deal with it. It'll go away once I see a couple of people that needs to be pranked in the afterlife. Like Leticia. She should be up here, right? Dumb bitch. Ha, she'd love that.
A light randomly appears. What's this? Is this the end? I move towards it, curious to see what's on the other side. As I get closer, I notice silhouettes of people. I know them, but who are they? The closer I get, the closer I realize who they are. I'm coming home, Seth. I'm going to come to you soon. My legs spring towards i, but the silhouettes aren't of those who I thought they would be. Shit. Are those doctors? No.... NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I WON'T BE BORN AGAIN. My legs won't stop, no matter how much I yell at them. There is no stopping them from sprinting to my rebirth.
I don't... no... I'm not ready to be reborn...PLEASE, DON'T! FOR THE LOVE OF RIPRED, DON'T! Before I could do anything else, I pop out of a womb, crying. Please... please kill me... I just want to see Seth and my mother again...
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No one tells you how peaceful death can be. Or how unpeaceful it is. It's not like anyone CAN tell you. The dead can't speak. I knew I was screwed as soon as the other dude swung. At that moment, I stopped giving a shit about the world. Not like I gave a shit about it before. I knew my time was up, but should I care? Probably. Do I care? No. Why the fuck should I, anyways? I don't care about anyone. Well, there's Anna...
My mind flashes through my childhood, where I grew up spending my time hanging out with her. The memory fades as quickly as it came. I try to remember it, it won't come back. Whatever. I don't care enough to try to remember it. I'm already dead. Doesn't really matter what I do now anyways, does it? That stupid bitch from 2 killed me. At least I got on his nerves before I died. It would have been better if he had been the one to die. I would have made such better victor than he could ever be.
But I died...I laugh. Like when I was pissing of the District 2 boy, I laugh. Nothing is funny this time. I'm dead, and I will be no more soon. Nothing seems funnier. I guess this is what I get. Karma finally bit me hard enough. I guess I kinda deserve this, with everything I've done. Should I have been a nicer person? Hell no. I loved doing everything I did. They all also deserved it. Bitches.
What my mind perceives as crazed laughter escapes from my lips. Reality is gone, and so is my complete mental state. Laughter fills my body. There isn't any more pain or anger. Just laughter. Death is no joke, but to me, mine is. The prankster has joined the losing side of an ever continuous battle of Life vs. Death, the longest lasting fight in all existence. Deep down, I knew it would come one day. Today happened to be that day.
Laughter continues to run through my entire mental system. I still don't know if I'm alive or not right now, or what'll happen to me after I finally get released. For all I know, this eternal laughter could be the afterlife. I wouldn't mind being stuck in this. I'm finally at peace. Unless that bitch, Sage, comes into it. I'm gonna kill him for being so fucking annoying. And Seth. I'm gonna kill him for dying first. Or too soon. Or not by my hands.
The maniacal laughter stops at the thought of his name. A new feeling, one I haven't truly felt in my lifetime comes. What is this? Is this what true peace feels like? I fucking hate it. Too calm and too not me. I want the laughter back. Eh. Whatever. I'm gonna have to deal with it. It'll go away once I see a couple of people that needs to be pranked in the afterlife. Like Leticia. She should be up here, right? Dumb bitch. Ha, she'd love that.
A light randomly appears. What's this? Is this the end? I move towards it, curious to see what's on the other side. As I get closer, I notice silhouettes of people. I know them, but who are they? The closer I get, the closer I realize who they are. I'm coming home, Seth. I'm going to come to you soon. My legs spring towards i, but the silhouettes aren't of those who I thought they would be. Shit. Are those doctors? No.... NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! I WON'T BE BORN AGAIN. My legs won't stop, no matter how much I yell at them. There is no stopping them from sprinting to my rebirth.
I don't... no... I'm not ready to be reborn...PLEASE, DON'T! FOR THE LOVE OF RIPRED, DON'T! Before I could do anything else, I pop out of a womb, crying. Please... please kill me... I just want to see Seth and my mother again...
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