If anyone didn't know, a solid 60% of my journal updates are pages from my current collection of short stories I'm working on. So, to continue with a nice re-occuring theme in my life,
"Why did you get up so early?"
"I figured by the time they knew we were leaving we'd already be gone"
"So you wanted me to wake up to find my hands have no feeling?"
"I wasn't going to touch anything"
"You stupid fucking asshole." she cries
"You stupid, stupid, selfish asshole"
"You're jumping the gun here"
"Fucking right I am, and the safey's off you prick"
"Fine I'll go"
She throws a vase at him hitting him square in the back of the neck.
He doesn't flinch. Picks up his medical bag. And walks out.
"It's full of bile and puss"
"You'll never hurt me"
"Why did you get up so early?"
"I figured by the time they knew we were leaving we'd already be gone"
"So you wanted me to wake up to find my hands have no feeling?"
"I wasn't going to touch anything"
"You stupid fucking asshole." she cries
"You stupid, stupid, selfish asshole"
"You're jumping the gun here"
"Fucking right I am, and the safey's off you prick"
"Fine I'll go"
She throws a vase at him hitting him square in the back of the neck.
He doesn't flinch. Picks up his medical bag. And walks out.
"It's full of bile and puss"
"You'll never hurt me"
you know what made me the saddest? waking up this morning and realizing that i forgot to call you back because i was so drunk.