Monday 11:32 am
Bob Opens His Eyes And Remembers A Little From What Happened Before. The Control He Felt. The Terribly Good Tingle. But Was That A Good Thing? That's When The Negativity Arose From The Bright Light. Everything Dimmed Down And Only The Important Things, In His Depressed Eyes, Would've Glowed. A Paperclip. It's Sharp Tip Glistened In The Dark Atmosphere; What Was It For? His Mind Was Itching To Know, But The Control He Was Feeling Before... Where Was It? His Hand Reached Out To The Sharpened Object, Beaming With Power That Someone Else Had Injected Within Him. As The Clip Got Closer, It Changed... And Changed... And Changed. It Got Bigger, It Grew A Wooden Base And A Sharp Edge. What Was Bob Doing? Is This How It Really Had To End?
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He Inserted The Knife Into His Hollow Head. No Blood Poured Out. No Noise Either. No Screams. No Sirens. The Silence Was As Deadly As The Salty Sea. Waves. Distant Waves Could Be Heard By Bob. Bubbles Were Everywhere, But All He Could See Was Pitch Black Darkness. Was He Insane? He Instantly Felt Dizzy And Everything Fell.
Including Him...
You Are Not Ready
YOU ARE READING
It's Always Monday.
SpiritualYou're Bob. So Is Everyone Else. You're Life Is Simple. Eat Work Sleep Repeat. If You Break The Chain, Go Agaisn't The Rules, Then My Friend... You'll Find That There Was Only One Way Out... Written By Holly x
