Aug 28, 2009 21:31
I-
[For some reason the sound of his voice makes him jump a little and he suddenly goes quiet for a few seconds. He wonders just what exactly he's supposed to say. He's... back? Not dead?
Alive?
He has no idea what to say, what to think... what to do. But he speaks anyways. He's not sure if it's the right thing to say but, it's the only thing he can think of at the moment that wouldn't cause him to want to just crawl underneath the sheet he woke up in and never want to come out. The sheet on the bed that he-
So he says it. Softly. Almost a whisper.]
I'm awake.
[...]
I'm... sorry.
i demand a group hug,
i need counseling,
cheer up emo reindeer,
i hate you discedo,
well this sucks