Dream.o1
Warnings: Deaaaath and some vulgar language.
Dream Effect: A feeling of numbness, absence, depression, anger... And accomplishment!
The sunlight was warm against his skin, looking out across the world from behind a cage. His fingers gripped the metal, a look of distaste evident on his face. He was sick of coming up here and remembering that times that no longer were.
"...We made a promise didn't we?" he spoke to no one, "I'm bored..."
His eyes rose up to look at the top of the cage. It was evidently a roof top, the cage was in all actuality just a fence to ensure no one accidentally fell off. Then the idea hit him. It wasn't an uncommon kind of thought, was it? He took the first step towards climbing over it.
An image of a smiling face standing on the other side smiled back at him. Spiky hair, a toothy grin. The figure of a bright young boy disappeared as he landed on the other side of the fence. The breeze felt stronger on this side but it was hardly enough to set him off balance.
"Approximately thirty-six point five males of one hundred thousand," he rambled off the statistic, looking over the edge of the ledge. Eight stories down was four cars left in the lot to his school. Prestigious piece of shit... He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out slowly. That lingering sensation, a need for nicotine, alcohol, something to give him the sensation of living again. He opened his eyes to look out once more. "Haaa.... This is so boring..."
Thinking back on it. The parties were never that fun.
The girls were never that attractive.
The friends were all fake.
Classes were a waste of time.
Parents were never home.
"I'm so bored I could die.... So... Maybe I'll die..." He murmured, leaning forward from the ledge, letting gravity slowly take a hold of him.
"If I start from here..."
It overlapped. A hand reached for him as he fell. The blistering yet absolutely pure voice rung clear to his ears.
"COME WITH ME!"
He let go. Twice. The first a heavy feeling of his head cracking against cement. It lasted only a second, the pain didn't linger, a moment after he was engulfed with black wings, a feeling of strength swallowing him whole.
A little 8bit jingle sounded with a cheesy yet effective voice to announce, "POWER UP!"
----
The brunette lifted his head, bringing a hand to his forehead. His head hadn't hurt like this since... He couldn't remember since when, actually. He was just working his fingers in to push the pain out.
Dream Effect: A feeling of numbness, absence, depression, anger... And accomplishment!
The sunlight was warm against his skin, looking out across the world from behind a cage. His fingers gripped the metal, a look of distaste evident on his face. He was sick of coming up here and remembering that times that no longer were.
"...We made a promise didn't we?" he spoke to no one, "I'm bored..."
His eyes rose up to look at the top of the cage. It was evidently a roof top, the cage was in all actuality just a fence to ensure no one accidentally fell off. Then the idea hit him. It wasn't an uncommon kind of thought, was it? He took the first step towards climbing over it.
An image of a smiling face standing on the other side smiled back at him. Spiky hair, a toothy grin. The figure of a bright young boy disappeared as he landed on the other side of the fence. The breeze felt stronger on this side but it was hardly enough to set him off balance.
"Approximately thirty-six point five males of one hundred thousand," he rambled off the statistic, looking over the edge of the ledge. Eight stories down was four cars left in the lot to his school. Prestigious piece of shit... He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out slowly. That lingering sensation, a need for nicotine, alcohol, something to give him the sensation of living again. He opened his eyes to look out once more. "Haaa.... This is so boring..."
Thinking back on it. The parties were never that fun.
The girls were never that attractive.
The friends were all fake.
Classes were a waste of time.
Parents were never home.
"I'm so bored I could die.... So... Maybe I'll die..." He murmured, leaning forward from the ledge, letting gravity slowly take a hold of him.
"If I start from here..."
It overlapped. A hand reached for him as he fell. The blistering yet absolutely pure voice rung clear to his ears.
"COME WITH ME!"
He let go. Twice. The first a heavy feeling of his head cracking against cement. It lasted only a second, the pain didn't linger, a moment after he was engulfed with black wings, a feeling of strength swallowing him whole.
A little 8bit jingle sounded with a cheesy yet effective voice to announce, "POWER UP!"
----
The brunette lifted his head, bringing a hand to his forehead. His head hadn't hurt like this since... He couldn't remember since when, actually. He was just working his fingers in to push the pain out.