Random Imagines

#mort rainy (i guess)

(*The feeling that the story give me is really like mort so..*)

*⚠️warning: this thing is totally madness, being insane and adult language.⚠️*

I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine " the man kept telling himself the same thing while he was a holding a half burnt cigarette, walking in same direction for several times, he was not fine we know I know, even he knows but well you know this things.....

He kept ignoring his ringing phone, he almost yelled" why I can not find the fuking jack daniels." He was turning insane its not like he wanted to it's just things were in the way that if anybody was in his shoe they would have gone mad.....

But he did not want to accept this, I mean nobody wants to believe that they are insane or they are turning insane...

He was just massing with the things in his head voices and you know people like Imaginary enemies he created for himself....

He was a weird guy wasn't he?

I mean the world was so mean to him a lot at childhood, I mean if we even could call it a childhood, I prefer to say hell instead of childhood and adolescence.

He was in his 30s or 40s I mean he don't know himself why should we know?

"Please leave me fuking alone" He begged, but as I'm seeing his all alone In a small house and by Small I mean really really small.

"But I can't leave you alone when you already are so damn alone" the voices said, the voices he could only hear, sad right?

Of course it's sad but what can we do?
We could probably just say poor man poor man and shock our head and walk by, it's the thing we all do this days isn't it?
But never mind its the usual of the world people acting like its fuking nothing and we can't do anything about it.....

Poor thing poor thing, the man walked towards his desk where he kept his gun he searched throw papers and stuff and finally founded his little gun..

But who is he gonna shot? Is he even gonna shot? It really may depend but...

He go and stand in front of the mirror he kinda whispered" shut up shut up" He then yelled " your not me" and shot the mirror, in a moment, everywhere is filled with broken little pieces of glass.
It was one in his left hand he looked at his hand and then to the mirror his knees gave out and he fell to the ground, he leaned against the wall.

He try to get the piece of glass out of his hand, he took the glass of and threw it away. As blood was running out of his hand he covered his face with his hands.

he whispered softly" She was right I am a bloody monster." He sighed, what if he had just a single person beside him. That's not a lot to ask is it?

I guess some people really can't have a happy ending. Such a funny word... "happy ending" He whispered
He's phone was still ringing, he finally got up and go to pick his phone, he answered the phone, he said "hello?"

There was no response to his word, he again said"hello?" Again No response he put the phone back down...

He lay down on the couch, and covered his face with his hand, the only thing he could have heard was: "finish the story,finish the Story, write a proper ending a proper ending, the most important part of a story...."

*A/N: Well this came to an end I mean this was not my favourite ending but.... this thing is a one shot, any way I hope you guys enjoyed this and bye*