0.2 | Night Walks
when i wake
up i'm
afraid
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Another cup of cold coffee shot down his throat, the bitter taste making him gag, but he still continued to drink it for it kept him awake, it reminded him that he was alive, alive and breathing.
As his mind processed the caffeine his fingers worked aimlessly at the buttons on his controllers, he was so close, enormously close to reaching his goal, and in a matter of seconds it was all over, he finished yet another game but the clock only read 3:43 am.
And so he lay down on the rumpled sheets of his bed, he only lay down and his eyes closed for a brief second, and when they did it was almost peaceful.
Almost.
But then the darkness consumed the light and he opened them once again panting and gasping for air that he couldn't get, the walls were closing in on him, he felt sick, he felt vulnerable. He felt weak again.
His head tucked into his knees and he started counting again, he was told it would help, he struggled to get the numbers out but after five he started to calm down and his breathing slowed to its normal pace. He lifted his head up cautiously and stared at the clock. 3:45 am.
He huffed and decided that enough was enough he grabbed his jacket and pulled it over his brightly coloured head, his arms reached out in front of him as he picked up his phone and another cup of coffee, and with those two objects in his hands he left, and entered the brisk air of the night sky.
He didnt need any headphones, he found the silence of the night satisfying enough, with his hand dug deep inside his pocket and the other fiddling around with a lit cigarette he began his nightly walk to nowhere, his only wish was to get lost, to forget. But he couldn't.
He had enough of remembering and forgetting. He was sick to death of it. The times that he wished he remembered he then wished to forget, it was a constant continuous ride on a sickening carousel for him.
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imagine mikey with red hair in this yes i am totally bringing that back
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