Little Do You Know

Little did you know, how I'm breaking while you fall asleep

    

          Agent Stone woke with a start. He sat up in bed, trying to even his breathing and wipe the sweat off of himself. He threw his tank top on the ground, trying to cool himself down. He ran his work-roughed hands through his sweat-drenched hair and started crying while scratching at his already scabbed cheek. This was the 14th night in a row this had happened and he couldn't stand it anymore....

Little do you know, I'm still haunted by the memories

        "I DON'T NEED YOU! YOU PEA BRAINED IMBECILE! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! YOU'RE FIRED!" Dr. Robotnik screamed as he swept everything off of his desk. All Stone had done was suggest he take a break and evidently, it backfired horribly. Who knew caring got you in trouble?

Little do you know I'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece

        In a moment of calm, he looked over at the clock on his nightstand. 5:27am

'Time to get ready for the day' He thought as he dragged himself out of his bed and trudged to the bathroom. He turned on the light and winced as he saw stars for a moment as his eyes burned. He saw himself in the mirror and tried smiling, to no avail. He pulled down the dark bags under his empty eyes to make himself seem more awake. He ran a hand through his overgrown and neglected beard. He knew it had to be trimmed soon, but probably not today. He ran his hands over his head once more, being able to run his hands THROUGH his hair instead of just over his hair. 'This also needs to be trimmed'. Then, turned on the faucet, cupped his hands and threw the water in the face. His face scrunched up in pain as he cold water hit the large patch-like-scab on his cheek. He ran a finger over it, willing himself not to scratch. That's why it's there anyways. He dragged his index finger from his hollow cheek to sit at the corners of his mouth. He put his index fingers in the corner of his mouth and pulled up, forcing himself to smile. He inspected himself for a moment before sighing and moving to step on his scale. He inhaled deeply as he watched the neon red numbers calculate his weight. Perfect. Stone had lost 15 pounds in two weeks.

Little do you know, I need a little more time

        "Just a little longer and I'll be perfect for you, Sir." He told himself as looked into his own empty eyes. He smiled a bit and whispered to himself, "I'll be perfect sir. I promise. You wont have to reprimand me anymore.....I promise".

Underneath it all I'm held captive by the hole inside

        He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a small water bottle and leaned over his counter. "Breakfast? nah. maybe dinner tonight. Gotta be perfect." Stone wasn't actually fired. Robotnik just forced him to take a two week leave. Tomorrow, he goes back to work. Today was his last chance to become perfect.

I've been holding back, for the fear that you might change your mind

        Today had to go perfectly. He had to be perfect by tomorrow. He grabbed his water bottle and walked to his living room where his cat, Pebbles was sleeping. He filled up her food and water bowls and sat on the couch next to his sleeping cat. Stone grabbed the television remote and turned on his favorite music channel. He then got up and started up his treadmill to start running. His legs could barely hold him up but he kept going anyways. He turned up the speed as he remembered the fight he and Robotnik had. "I-I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it." "IT DOESNT MATTER! YOU STILL DID IT! GENIUS WORK DOESN"T ALLOW FOR A BREAK!" He continued running faster and faster as the music faded out and all he could focus on were Robotnik's words and the hot tears streaming down his face.