he laid on his bed, his mind playing the scene on repeat. Frame by frame, word by word, it unfolded. Only to rewind at hyper speed at the end. Then, it repeats itself.

he laid there, motionless. Vulnerable. The sorrow perpetuating through him. why did it always boil down to this. "i hate them." he muttered, his mind still endlessly looping the scene.

the grief had physically manifested into stings on his body. it had always been the case whenever he is overwhelmed by intense emotions. he intuitively started scratching, harder with each swipe of his hand till it ached. Somehow, that alleviated the need for him to grab a blade n stab himself. Somehow, he cooled down a little bit more. Somehow, the pictures in his head were no longer anything but pictures.

he finally fell asleep, to that sharp yet familiar iron odour.

"respite" he whispered

Labels: the innocent is always the most hurt

1. His eyes could only see the alphabets and numbers on that slip. THEY were but just characters. But what THEY represented in essence is a whole lot more. THEY alone hold the power to make or break a man. But to him, THEY neither broke his spirit nor made his day. He had come a long long way, and finally, he will be represented by THEM. To the world, his worth is equivalent to THEM. But was he really worth the value THEY hold?

In truth, none of that mattered to him. He did what he could and the powers that dictated him were rather pleased. He had cleared a major obstacle. But before he knew it, a greater one loomed before him. The dark tenacious form threatened like none other had before. It was a clear breach of the so-called contract of fairplay. But he had to stay in the Game. There was no way out. This was a game that one cannot stop at will. This was a game that he didn't asked to be a part of. This was a game that left saints sobbing and devils beaming. This was The Game.


2. <<"click clack click" the lock unclasped, and he opened the doors to the so called place that everyone hails as The Haven. But little did he know that it was going to be the worst point of his day. The security and serenity has been disrupted because of internal strife. He thought it would boil over and it would end at THAT. But "hell no" he thought to himself, "the entire vicious cycle is gonna repeat again" >>

3. Ripples formed on the once-still pond. But this time round it didn't subside like the many others before. Each droplet that touches the surface is the wavering of an unwilling party. But it cannot defy the laws that have governed through the ages. Ripples MUST form. It is beyond the control of The water.
*somehow the rippling of the water has a certain hypnotic beauty to it*