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Brackie
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i love him, i love him, i love him, i love him
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((Posting to stop Jacob from going inactive))

The stars...why were they all so glintering? Was it because he was seeing them through eyes that no longer wanted to live, that were so teary and so uncaring about anything that everything was so exilerating?

But he couldn't think about that. The words of the other two, they echoed through his ears for what seemed like the longest time, and now...he was being taken back to shore.

N-No! No! Don't make me go back there! I can't, no!

But he couldn't do anything, bar muttering a few words weakly, pleadingly.

"No, please, stop, just...just let me-please, don't, just...I-I-I just...want to see...I JUST WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN!"

But nothing was working. As his legs started to struggle, he could feel the bandage slip through the water, making it's way down his leg as the flow of the water apposed his current direction. It was there, and then it wasn't. The salt water stung him, stung him like a hornet burrowing into his skin, and then...

It all faded. The whole facade. He couldn't stand it any longer. The pain really came back to him, all of it. The pain in his leg, the reality of the whole ridiculous situation. The emptyness became bitterness, the bittterness became sorrow, and the sorrow became pain. Pure, unfiltered pain. Once the boy finally reached the shore, he was himself again, and threw wild swings at the two boys that stood with him.

"You FUCKERS! WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE? I WAS DOING FINE! I WASN'T EVEN NEAR YOU AT ALL, AND YOU HAD TO BUTT IN! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW! YOU DON'T EVEN, KNOW, WHAT, HAPPENED TO ME!"

His rage was uncontrollable, the anger welling up inside of him simply bursting at the seams. How dare they. How dare they do this to him. His whole life, it had been everyone else controlling what he did, his parents, his girlfriend, his friends, and now these two fucking faggots standing there, acting so high and mighty like they had just saved a life! What did they know? What did they know?

"YOU WEREN'T THERE! YOU STAND THERE, YOU MOTHERFUCKING CUNTS, AND YOU JUDGE LIKE SOME FUCKING HIGH AND MIGHTY RICH FAGGOT, BUT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! WHY DID YOU STOP ME? WHY DID YOU FUCKING TRY AND STOP ME? I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW! I WAS...I WAS...I...was..."

And it all came out
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Again, he was on the sand, and again, he was crying. But it wasn't silent this time; it was monsterous, hysterical, and it was himself again. He didn't hold himself back at all, he just screamed his pain out through his sobs, while clenched up in a tiny little ball on the sand. It was all still too much. He hadn't done it right, nothing had gone right. He just wanted to fix every little mistake he made before this point, this little flicker in time. But he couldn't. It was impossible, fixed. Nothing was going to change. In a few minutes, in a few days, he would still be alone.

"Paige...Paige...PAIGE!"

Her name was like a razor, slicing through the night sky and making his throat hurt too much to bear. It wasn't going to be his saviour from the world anymore; it would only be a refuge in the dead and unknown.

It went on for so long, so very very long, and he didn't give any warning. The people in front of him, they wouldn't understand. Unclenching his fists from the sand, he stretched them inconspicuously, and scrambled in the direction of the fire.

It wasn't long until every element that was hindering Jacob during the day finally caught up to him. He hadn't eaten, he hadn't drunk, he hadn't slept, and he hadn't gotten proper attention for the bullet, still there, throbbing in his leg. So Jacob didn't make it 1 yard past the fire until he finally slowed down, stopped, and passed out on the sand.
Edited by Brackie, Oct 23 2010, 03:04 AM.
I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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