ReRun!FPE

November 8th ~ A Bad Day

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Ears rattled by the echoes of his alarm, its purpose filled once more, albeit at the apple's dismay.

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His mind was slapped awake, desiring nothing but to shut off its own creation. His body, however, remained in place. His command outweighed by the sore, stiff feeling throughout his entire body.

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No mercy would be found in his internal struggle, each blaring sound piercing the air, begging to be shut off. He repeated the command once more throughout his body, finally receiving a response for his efforts.

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Silence, his ears would bless him with that fact, making the boy grunt in response. Peace would find a way in, but only for a moment, as his center of gravity was being viciously pulled down unto the carpet flooring.

Quick thinking would allow his arms to shield his fall, earning him a searing pain from the elbow down. Slowly his recovery came, his body working overtime to pick himself up after that embarrassing fall.

The effects of his exercise had destroyed his body, rendering his movements strained and rigid. His joints felt rusted, as if he was an outdated machine destined to be replaced by another.

His mind remained on autopilot, serving as the only thing keeping him together. Attempting to diminish this sour feeling, he would follow his routine as he always had.

The shower had done the best at its job, as even the most bitter moments were washed down the all consuming drain. His attire would remain unchanged from yesterday, sensing the days getting colder by the hour.

Topping it all off with toasted Eggos from the freezer, he would set off to his school once again. The joyous feeling of Friday giving him the boost he needed to get through the day.

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His short journey through the concrete path was an empty one, the hollow road he took each day had managed to surprise him with this fact, but not by much.

The only companion he found on his journey were the occasional notes sung by the birds, or the vehicles driven by him, blessing him with the few sources of light he would find at this hour. But even then, they too were few in number to create the orchestra he needed to keep his mind preoccupied. Distracted from them.

At first he thought it was all in his head, an illusion crafted by his mind to unearth a feeling he didn't know he had. But it's been three days ever since he's returned, ever since he can hear their cries, their screams, their voices.

They've stuck at the same volume since then, but when silence is all that roams about, it starts to become the only thing you CAN hear. They filled his ears with near indecipherable words, seemingly too far to understand, but close enough to hear their last moments in this world.

He wanted this to stop, he wanted to get away from this horrifying curse placed upon him. Their cries served as the cold reminder that he was once apart of them, fueling the fire he needed to run from the unseen.