Pardon?
It's some piece of digitized classic music, now shit, and it is sounding off loudly in my room.
"Who the hell is calling me at midnight?" mutters me. Oh, 1-780-310-0001, either the franchise is stalking me, or it's work. Hopefully I'm being stalked. "Hello!" I say cheerfully.
"Oh, I have the wrong number," (cutely accented of course) says E embarrassedly.
"E what are you doing calling me!?" I say somewhat shocked and amazed (afterall he never calls, ever). He sounds somewhat put off. "I just wanted to talk."
I'm the embarrassed one now. "Oh, awesome..." and then comes the blathering, small talk, idiocy that is me. I feel like an idiot now. What the hell? Why did he call me?
Suggestions and comments welcome.
Echo in my head.
Do you ever catch yourself screaming incoherently inside your head, until it echoes, and you're sure that you've gone insane? I hate him. I hate me. I hate her.
Too far gone
Don't get your back up over this....
Wasted Time
I was mad, now I'm sad. Venting is useless.
Peek-a-Boo!
It's looking at me, the snake is I mean. Staring at me with it's too intelligent eyes, elaboratly planning it's escape, and my demise. It looks away, coy, but it's not fooling me, it got a taste of my blood and now it's hungry for more. Maybe the dogs will protect me? Doubtful, they see me only as a creature for their own amusement, easily discarded, the snakes have different ideas.
The boy/man unit is phobic of snakes. What is that called? Slitherphobia? Who will protect me?
When I disappear and become a figment of legend, know it was the snake. Eying me, eying me....
