Post by Flames on Mar 16, 2010 16:06:24 GMT -5
How Character Looks Somehow ^^
SLASH. "AHHHH!" PUNCH. "STOP! PLEASE!" THROW. "AHHHH!" "This is what you get you fucking little faggot your families is dead because of you, you see". "NO I DIDN'T DO ANY-AHHHHHH!" "Of course you didn't that is why they are lying there in their blood at because you opened the door you stupid little bitch".
Laughter rang through the room as they continued to him. "Now it is time to end this". The man pulled out a gun and the little girl he was holding, pointing the gun to her head. "NO! PLEASE! KILL ME JUST DON'T KILL HER! PLEASE!". "Time to say goodbye" The sleazy man pulled the trigger. "NOOOOOOOOOO!". Damien shot out of his bed in alarm. Looking to his right the clock in a big, red, bold color said 2:00.
Squeaking when opening the drawer he took out a little black book with the words "Mi Muerte" in front and a little skull with a rose in the upper right hand corner. 'It happened again I can't take it any more this guilt that is in my heart. I killed them and I can't do anything than just to be consumed by the pain. But if there anything I am going to do is to kill the fucking person that killed my little sister. I am going to murder him tear him to sheds for the pain that he made me go through all these years and then I can live in peace and just die'.
Tears falling to the page where the letters he had just written turned to smudges. Closing the book and whipping his tears Damien got up and started heading to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror in disgusted he saw a man about 6'0 with a toned six-pack, onyx/black hair and skin as pale as the moonlight. Those sapphires colored eyes that showed trouble, pain, hatred and so many other emotions that were well hidden to the naked eye.
Opening his cabinet door Damien took out a smooth, sharp, pointy knife that glistened in the light. Bring it down to his wrist he made a cut not too deep to kill but enough to make some damage. He made two perfect cuts to each wrist and then put the knife in the cabinet again. Talking off his pajamas and boxer he walked to the shower he turned on the hot water to full heat.
Stepping in he let the water cascade down his body. 'Huh these nightmares are seriously getting on my nerves I'm a twenty year of man and still have nightmares that happened fifteen years ago of my pathetic life. Really I still cut myself over this stupidity that happened gosh so many people have so many bigger problems than me, I mean really some people are getting killed right at this moment or getting beat up or raped by some person and here I am complaining about my problems.'
The ice cold water brought Damien out of his thoughts, turning off the water he got out and put the towel that was hanging off the rack on his waist. Walking out of the warm bathroom he entered his freezing bedroom. He walked up to his drawer and took out a pair of boxers and faded blue jeans. Putting them on Damien then turned to the closet that was to the side of the bedroom. He opened it and took out a long sleeve black shirt and a short sleeve white hoody. Walking back to the bed he laid the clothes on the pillows of the bed and plopped on top of the bed sheets.
Putting his arms over his head he looked up at the white ceiling. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and then opened them. Putting on the black shirt and slipping on the hoody, he looked at the clock to see it was 4:52 and decided to get at book. Damien walked to his bookshelf and took out 'Romeo and Juliet' by William Shakespeare. Getting on his bed he started reading the book where he left off. By he time he finished he heard his alarm go off as it said it was 6:30.
Stretching he got off from the bed and walked out to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator he took out the gallon of milk and an apple. Putting it on the wooden pine table he went to get the cereal from the cupboard. He saw that his only option was 'Coco Puffs' he took it out. Damien then put the cereal on the table and went to go get a bowl and spoon.
Pouring the cereal and milk he ate and got up to put them in the sink. Walking out of his kitchen he went to his desk and put his keys, wallet, cell phone, pager, and glasses in his pocket getting ready to leave for work. He then walked up to his mirror that was in the pathway to the door and look at himself. 'So plain this horrid hair, pathetic eyes, sickly pale skin, black greasy hair it disgusts me to the end. What is life if it has no meaning to fulfill just an empty void that will never fill until something fills it, just a waste of breath that is not even used correctly, using it in the most vilest way like smoking or getting high it is sickening.'
Walking away from the mirror and opening the door he closed it behind him and went to the elevator. Getting off on the bottom floor he walked out of the elevator and walked to his car. Getting in and starting the engine he started to drive to work. '(Sigh) another boring day, how exciting'.
SLASH. "AHHHH!" PUNCH. "STOP! PLEASE!" THROW. "AHHHH!" "This is what you get you fucking little faggot your families is dead because of you, you see". "NO I DIDN'T DO ANY-AHHHHHH!" "Of course you didn't that is why they are lying there in their blood at because you opened the door you stupid little bitch".
Laughter rang through the room as they continued to him. "Now it is time to end this". The man pulled out a gun and the little girl he was holding, pointing the gun to her head. "NO! PLEASE! KILL ME JUST DON'T KILL HER! PLEASE!". "Time to say goodbye" The sleazy man pulled the trigger. "NOOOOOOOOOO!". Damien shot out of his bed in alarm. Looking to his right the clock in a big, red, bold color said 2:00.
Squeaking when opening the drawer he took out a little black book with the words "Mi Muerte" in front and a little skull with a rose in the upper right hand corner. 'It happened again I can't take it any more this guilt that is in my heart. I killed them and I can't do anything than just to be consumed by the pain. But if there anything I am going to do is to kill the fucking person that killed my little sister. I am going to murder him tear him to sheds for the pain that he made me go through all these years and then I can live in peace and just die'.
Tears falling to the page where the letters he had just written turned to smudges. Closing the book and whipping his tears Damien got up and started heading to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror in disgusted he saw a man about 6'0 with a toned six-pack, onyx/black hair and skin as pale as the moonlight. Those sapphires colored eyes that showed trouble, pain, hatred and so many other emotions that were well hidden to the naked eye.
Opening his cabinet door Damien took out a smooth, sharp, pointy knife that glistened in the light. Bring it down to his wrist he made a cut not too deep to kill but enough to make some damage. He made two perfect cuts to each wrist and then put the knife in the cabinet again. Talking off his pajamas and boxer he walked to the shower he turned on the hot water to full heat.
Stepping in he let the water cascade down his body. 'Huh these nightmares are seriously getting on my nerves I'm a twenty year of man and still have nightmares that happened fifteen years ago of my pathetic life. Really I still cut myself over this stupidity that happened gosh so many people have so many bigger problems than me, I mean really some people are getting killed right at this moment or getting beat up or raped by some person and here I am complaining about my problems.'
The ice cold water brought Damien out of his thoughts, turning off the water he got out and put the towel that was hanging off the rack on his waist. Walking out of the warm bathroom he entered his freezing bedroom. He walked up to his drawer and took out a pair of boxers and faded blue jeans. Putting them on Damien then turned to the closet that was to the side of the bedroom. He opened it and took out a long sleeve black shirt and a short sleeve white hoody. Walking back to the bed he laid the clothes on the pillows of the bed and plopped on top of the bed sheets.
Putting his arms over his head he looked up at the white ceiling. He closed his eyes for a few minutes and then opened them. Putting on the black shirt and slipping on the hoody, he looked at the clock to see it was 4:52 and decided to get at book. Damien walked to his bookshelf and took out 'Romeo and Juliet' by William Shakespeare. Getting on his bed he started reading the book where he left off. By he time he finished he heard his alarm go off as it said it was 6:30.
Stretching he got off from the bed and walked out to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator he took out the gallon of milk and an apple. Putting it on the wooden pine table he went to get the cereal from the cupboard. He saw that his only option was 'Coco Puffs' he took it out. Damien then put the cereal on the table and went to go get a bowl and spoon.
Pouring the cereal and milk he ate and got up to put them in the sink. Walking out of his kitchen he went to his desk and put his keys, wallet, cell phone, pager, and glasses in his pocket getting ready to leave for work. He then walked up to his mirror that was in the pathway to the door and look at himself. 'So plain this horrid hair, pathetic eyes, sickly pale skin, black greasy hair it disgusts me to the end. What is life if it has no meaning to fulfill just an empty void that will never fill until something fills it, just a waste of breath that is not even used correctly, using it in the most vilest way like smoking or getting high it is sickening.'
Walking away from the mirror and opening the door he closed it behind him and went to the elevator. Getting off on the bottom floor he walked out of the elevator and walked to his car. Getting in and starting the engine he started to drive to work. '(Sigh) another boring day, how exciting'.