My headphones are on.
I know what I'm hearing.
And I hope you can hear my heart break with every hit.
There is no excuse.
There is no cover up.
You wouldn't allow me to sit idly by and listen to you drain the blood from your hands.
I've been there, I've done that.
Are you even counting? I'm not, and even I know you've doubled up on the hits.
I can hear it.
Setting: My Hometown, The School Ground, The 3rd Space, The Front Seat Of The Car, The Church, 2014-17 and beyond
Main Cast: The Musician, The Punk, The Tie-Wearer
Other Important Roles: The Prince, The Parental Units, The Body Guard, The Boy With The Glasses, The 5 Personalities, The Logical Thinker, The Multiple Third Parties, etc. There are too many to count.
Edit: Do not cast the 5 personalities... I mean, you can, just be careful. They might quit their jobs halfway through the film.
Deciding to make this movie is a challenge that nobody is prepared to execute, so don't be surprised if you cannot handle the emotional scarring and strain on every single character in the film. This is not your average story.
And these are not your average characters.
So we start our story off in 2014.
2 of our main characters meet...
And our story begins...
From "Unsolicited Advice To Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth And Pink Hair" By Jeanann Verlee
"When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you're a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won't have anything to grab when you head-butt her...
Then, head-butt her."
I have never felt so sick in my life.
Eating feels like a necessary torture, and sleep feels like an unwanted evil.
Stuck in the same cycle of waking up feeling disgusting, and not wanting to sleep because the longer I stay awake, the better I feel.
But even I can't stay awake forever.
But I try, God knows I try.
So I still live in these infected clothes in this infected house and I can't help but wonder where the hell my conscience went.
I feel weak every single day, and I can only hope that this week...
Can change everything.
So if I'm crying out to the TV watchers and the music citizens. To my best friends... some of which who won't even talk to me...
I can't wake up tomorrow thinking that this will not pass us by like the sickness it is.
But if somebody else is crying out, I will drop this sickness like a ton of bricks and run to wherever they are.
I won't feel sick if somebody needs me there.
So I can put a lock on the medicine cabinet. Not because I won't be able to pry myself away from it, but because I will believe with the entirety of my whole body that I don't need anything.
My family is made up of some of the strongest people on this planet.
I will not be an exception by any means.
So maybe I can wake up as a medical zombie, filled with my own drop dead weight.
I am tired.
But not tired enough.
Unlike the first wave of sick.
This one cannot be cured by any amount of overdue sleep.
Why do you think I write into the abyss of every night?
Because there is nothing more for me to gain from saying that I am helpless.
So I won't...
Wake me up when it's all over.
And then I can live again.
When you first see me
You'll probably just see Beast
The one that terrifies everyone
Chasing them into the sunset
And trying to give the sky its red colour
The ones who stand still
Ans usually safe
The ones who see past, see The Protagonist
The one who'e scared of her own counterpart
Like walking down a dark street on the wrong side of town
The Protagonist's spine shivers
Warning her of the dangers to come
Reminding her of the THING about to attack
But by the time she acts
It's too late
Beast is here
Taking over her very being
Beast doesn't struggle to take over
Like a light switch, The Protagonist is gone...
The monster under her bed now finding a home in her thoughts
Hide, run, do something!
Or just let it take over...
Maybe life will be better, or safer
Welcome it for the monster it is
It'll be FUN
It can't hurt you
It'll protect you from yourself
Sleep my child
Please do not fear the monsters outside
You will live to see another sunrise
Don't hide from the darkness
It can't hurt you
And let your lucid dreams take you to somewhere we do not know
I'll be here
And I'll greet you again by the morning
Because the world will protect you
And you're safe until morning
The sun will still shine for you like the smile you always have
Like a mother loves her child
And know she does love you
From the world for a few hours
Let it take care of you
Because we all need time to refresh out mind
Drop your shoulders and open your fists
Allow your mind to go blank and
Because if you don't
The sun will no longer be as bright to me
The world won't be safe
And know that the world will still be here in the morning
Your eyes will open and your body will move again
Just breathe in this moment and
Allow yourself to sleep
And wake up tomorrow knowing you are loved
You are alive
Breathing, living, loving
Living in your dreams
And building a world you want to love
A world where you sleep
Knowing the world will protect you,
That there are people who love you
And knowing that you'll release another breath come morning
So sleep, my darling
I woke up sick.
And I feel awful.
But not for the reason you think.
I can assure you that I am fine, I just need some time to lucid dream and wish my worries away. But that might never happen. And honestly, that's okay with me.
I'm wearing the same infected clothes, and wrapping up in the same infected blanket hoping to get better.
I've gotten the rest of my family sick, so good for me.
Because my family is made up of some of the strongest people I know. We never get sick.
And yet, here we are. Bound to our beds and eating soup like it's the elixir of life.
But we will get better. Physically...
As for everything else... we can leave that until tomorrow.
But I'm still in these infected, sick clothes. But I'm too tired to do anything about it. So I'll sleep.
It's the best thing I can do right now.
Don't you think?