Meetings (Because i have no idea what to name this

Meetings (Because i have no idea what to name this Apr 1, 2013 0:35:36 GMT -5

Post by k!ah on Apr 1, 2013 0:35:36 GMT -5

AUGUSTUS 'GUS' O'SULLIVAN

I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie is made up on your side

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Lexi floated on his mind. She wouldn’t leave him alone. He remembered the look on her face as he walked away from her.

Hurt, guilt and disbelief, all these emotions had shadowed her face, and it hurt him, hurt him to think that he was the one that had caused her pain. He was the reason that as he walked away her muffled cries reached his ears. He tried to push her cries out of his mind, he tried to clear his head of her voice crying out his name, as he had hobbled away as fast as his body would allow him, ~~which was not very fast at all.~~

Now his footsteps echo around him, an uneven gate has he hobbled down the street, eager to get away from his sister and her desperate calls. He knew that he was useless, that he was just another mouth to feed. That she would be better off with him dead. But still, no matter how many times he convinced himself that he would end this misery, allow his sister to have the life that she deserved, he pulled out, letting Lexi come home, ~~if you could even call the tunnel that they lived in home~~, to see him hurt and distraught.

Finally her cries were muted, only his footsteps could be heard as he walked away, his heart pounding hard in his chest, sweat beaded on his forehead as he dragged himself away from his family, once again, the idea of leaving his sister once again planted in his mind. But he knew he couldn’t do it, he knew that he couldn’t leave her, not after the disappearance of Annie, not after her, he couldn’t he just couldn’t So he pushed the thought away immediately, regretting that he had even thought about it.

The sweat that had beaded on his forehead not ran down his cheek, it had always taken a lot of effort walking, I mean with half a leg missing it wasn’t as though he could just hop everywhere. He clutched his walking cane tighter as he stumbled down the streets, his breathing heavier than it had been ever before. He could not remember the last time that he had walked this far. He could not remember the last time that he had left the shelter of his home, let alone walked into the streets of district 6.

His eyes searched the buildings around him, taking in their every details, he wanted so bad just to remember them all, just to have a new scenery in his mind, for when he would sit in his sleeping area, waiting for death to take him away. Most people would be scared of dying, but for him, dying would almost be a gift, a ticket out of this place, a ticket to happiness, a ticket to a second chance at life. Death had always been shadowing him, ever since he was a little boy, first diagnosed with cancer. It had been a waiting game, waiting to see who would break their patience firs, himself, or death. So far, he was winning.

His feet took him to the only other place that he had been too since his diagnoses, the hospital. He wasn’t sure why his feet had taken him here, here of all places? What could the hospital tell him that he did not already know? Then it dawned on him. It all came together. He wanted to know when. He wanted to know when, when he would leave this world, when he would finally say goodbye to the only family that he had left.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone

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