originally posted January 27th 2004 by me...
The ringing sound pierced my mind going in and out like waves crashing against a cliff luring you to the edge. The ringing abruptly stops and I become aware of a blackness around me not knowing if my eyes are opened or closed. The ringing starts again this time it feels closer, I start to feel a cold hard floor against my body. I become aware of the smell of stale cigarettes and spilt Vodka, this must be home. The blackness becomes a darkness as the ringing continues my senses start to return as I open my eyes and see the empty Vodka bottle under my bed. Well at least I was closer than usual I thought to myself, the ringing continues as I push myself from the floor. The rush of blood to my head feels as though someone just hit me with a baseball bat. The pain is too much for me to handle as I collapse back to the floor feeling the back of my head for blood. I find nothing relieved that it wasnt that bad dream again. I collected my strength again and made it to my knees this time, the ringing is persistent, I realize it is my doorbell.
Fucking Shit hold on I yelled at a whisper.
I moved as quickly as someone stuck in frozen molasses could to put on a least some clothes. I had learned the hard and somehow more than once to always answer the door prepared to not come back for at least 24 hours. Fuckin cops never let me get dressed, the ringing continued as I felt my way to the door.
The light from the hallway almost knocked me out as I opened the door.
Where is Fred a female voice demanded as a female form came into focus.
What? I asked wondering if that was my name quickly remembering that it wasnt.
Fred where the FUCK is Fred she yelled this time.
Look bitch I started then was firmly slapped who the fuck is Fred and why do you think he is here? I asked rubbing my face and become more alert. She stared at me and that is when I started to realize how fucking hot this slap happy chic was. She suddenly turned and ran down the hall disappearing around the corner.
Hey I yelled after her. What the fuck I thought out loud as I threw my shoes on and ran after her. I turned the corner of the hallway as I saw the stairway door slam closed. I pursued her through and ran down the 4 flights of stairs to the lobby and out of the building. I stopped on the side walk and looked both ways scanning for movement, there was none, she had got away. As I turned around to head back to my apartment I noticed a running car parked on the side of the street about a half of a block away. I continued on inside with a gut feeling that my life just took an incredible turn to the worst.
...more to come
~Disclaimer~
if i don't post to your journal everyday or evertime after you post to mine, that does not mean i don't like you anymore. i probably never liked you in the first place, but don't be offended i don't like anyone.
The ringing sound pierced my mind going in and out like waves crashing against a cliff luring you to the edge. The ringing abruptly stops and I become aware of a blackness around me not knowing if my eyes are opened or closed. The ringing starts again this time it feels closer, I start to feel a cold hard floor against my body. I become aware of the smell of stale cigarettes and spilt Vodka, this must be home. The blackness becomes a darkness as the ringing continues my senses start to return as I open my eyes and see the empty Vodka bottle under my bed. Well at least I was closer than usual I thought to myself, the ringing continues as I push myself from the floor. The rush of blood to my head feels as though someone just hit me with a baseball bat. The pain is too much for me to handle as I collapse back to the floor feeling the back of my head for blood. I find nothing relieved that it wasnt that bad dream again. I collected my strength again and made it to my knees this time, the ringing is persistent, I realize it is my doorbell.
Fucking Shit hold on I yelled at a whisper.
I moved as quickly as someone stuck in frozen molasses could to put on a least some clothes. I had learned the hard and somehow more than once to always answer the door prepared to not come back for at least 24 hours. Fuckin cops never let me get dressed, the ringing continued as I felt my way to the door.
The light from the hallway almost knocked me out as I opened the door.
Where is Fred a female voice demanded as a female form came into focus.
What? I asked wondering if that was my name quickly remembering that it wasnt.
Fred where the FUCK is Fred she yelled this time.
Look bitch I started then was firmly slapped who the fuck is Fred and why do you think he is here? I asked rubbing my face and become more alert. She stared at me and that is when I started to realize how fucking hot this slap happy chic was. She suddenly turned and ran down the hall disappearing around the corner.
Hey I yelled after her. What the fuck I thought out loud as I threw my shoes on and ran after her. I turned the corner of the hallway as I saw the stairway door slam closed. I pursued her through and ran down the 4 flights of stairs to the lobby and out of the building. I stopped on the side walk and looked both ways scanning for movement, there was none, she had got away. As I turned around to head back to my apartment I noticed a running car parked on the side of the street about a half of a block away. I continued on inside with a gut feeling that my life just took an incredible turn to the worst.
...more to come
~Disclaimer~
if i don't post to your journal everyday or evertime after you post to mine, that does not mean i don't like you anymore. i probably never liked you in the first place, but don't be offended i don't like anyone.
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