{Stop & Stare* [Curtis vs Naveen - Day 7]
Nov 10, 2012 12:02:07 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Nov 10, 2012 12:02:07 GMT -5
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I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I weep upon your chest but you don't move. Your body is cold as though blood has never pumped through you. I wonder if anything can break you when you are like this. No weapon can break you, no nature can force you to shatter - not even a weeping little girl can break you. Does that make you cruel? Dead kings should not fess over their wretched queen. I cry into stone, silently, my breathing as fast as I can get it to be without my mouth open. The stone digs into my cheek and my forehead and I can feel my skin beginning to tingle from being scraped raw. I hear the anthem start to boom and I curl my arms tighter around his stone figure. Dream of me with you, Theo. Please. I wanna come home. But still the stone does not move. I close my eyes, shivering, but not at the cold. I didn't know alone could ever make you shiver. How many times have I wished for alone? Every time I've been in a crowd, every time I've been asked about my life, every time my dad wouldn't leave my room - And for the first time ever I don't want to be alone. The queen wants a king, a prince, a jester, a peasant, a pig. Anyone. I sit up, wiping the tears away from my cheeks. The anthem has cut off now and I feel more alone than ever. I look into the stone face and see nothing. Nothing. Theseus isn't here. He never was. He will never be here again. Not to save me. Not to kill me.
I sniffle and punch the stone figure as hard as I can. I'm surprised it doesn't even hurt. Basically breaking my hand doesn't even hurt anymore. Nothing hurts anymore. So I hit the stone again, and again, and again, until I'm too tired to hit anymore. I collapse on the ground, crying again. This will never get better. Even if I go home - it will never get better. I roll around on the ground until that doesn't even comfort me and then I just resort to lying face down on the ground and crying until no tears fall. Then because I have become such a big baby I start to hum a tune and hope that maybe my mom will show up to hold me and finish the rest of the song. And when she doesn't, I just decide to quit.
When will it end? Please, let it end. Please.۵ ۵ ۵ ۵ ۵
I awaken when my nostrils begin to sting. I cough, even with just the tiny space between my lips to expel the air. My eyes sting and start to water when I open them. And then I start to run. I'm not sure where, or why, or how - but I do it. My feet pound against the ground, a changing landscape. I feel stone, run into figure after figure of stone, tripping over feet and weapons, but still I keep running. The stitches on my chest pull with my movement and would probably hurt had I been someone else, but I'm not anyone else. I'm Naveen Casovnik. I don't feel anything because I'm therunningwalking dead. I run and run and run until I feel familiar ground beneath my feet. Ashes of lost secrets. I grasp the packet of ashes at my side and then bring my finger back to my lips.
Hush little darling, don't say a word ...
Never.
I stop when the giant gaping hole is back to greet me. With all its whispers and screams and death. The air continues to burn and I realize that the only way to escape it is go down. Go down and join the screams and whispers and death. So, I start to climb down. My feet dig into the sides of the pit, my finger nails protesting at all the weight they are being forced to hold. And, just when I wonder if this pit will ever end of just take me to the center of the hell, I foot finds ground, and I collapse into the ground. The air is clear down here, but thicker than anything I have ever had to breath before. I nearly choke on it when it enters through my nostrils. It hurts - proving I can feel pain. I'm fine then right? I'm still alive? But what about the important things, darling? I feel no love. I feel no sorrow. I feel no fear. I feel no regret. I feel no happiness. I feel nothing but pain. I am nothing but a bundle of physical pain.
You are nothing without me Naveen. Nothing. Let me salvage you. Let me wake you up. I can help you feel again.
Suddenly I hear screaming. Real ones. They echo around the pit, a deafening sound that flutters around the dark place. I whirl around but see no one. Nothing. And then I hear shuffling noises, dust landing in different spots. Musty air meets my nose and I have no choice but to breath it in. It smells just like death. so when something moves near me, just a silent shuffle, I swing out. Because I know who it is. It is death. Death has finally come for me.
But you want me, don't you? You aren't ready for death just yet, no matter how much you wish it.
Death can't take me. I am the The Beast.
Attacks Curtis Grant with Cat o' Nine Tails (flail)
[dice=200+12000]
{Bruised Left Collar Bone -- 2.0 damage}
[dice=200+12000]
{Bruised Left Collar Bone -- 2.0 damage}
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
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