Simple simplicity. Oh, how I longed for this for so long.
Back then, I was on a strict schedule: I had to wake up at a certain time, to eat at a certain time, to relax at a certain time... Hell, I had to take piss at a specific time.
But now, I can sleep in as I want to. I can be in the middle of doing something, stop, and go in my house in favor of taking a dump or whatever. (Don't judge. To be able to take a shit whenever I want-with the door open, too!-is like heaven for me after living in a tyrannical setting for so long) But that all changed one day when-
BANG! BANG! "Is someone here?! Please help us!"
More banging ensued.
While all this was taking place, I was in the kitchen picking out spices for that night's dinner.
"Hmm... Geez, I don't feel like cooking really..." I murmured softly. Maybe I could pick some fru-"
BANG-! BANG-! BANG-!
"Come on! They said that someone was living in this area!"
I frowned and glanced at the door. I bet "they" was those damned hunters... They can't keep their mouths shut for shit! It's like they have... Diarrhea of the mouth...
BANG.... BANG....
"Please...!" the masculine voice pleaded. "H-he's gonna die if someone doesn't help h-him...!"
I paused in my search for a skillet and finally faced the door. When sobs reached my ears, I made up my mind. And so, with a sigh, I walked towards the door and yanked it open. From that moment on, my life got really complicated...
...Again.
So much for simplicity.
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Deviant
Teen FictionAU of DRAMAtical Murder I just wanted peace, you know. I mean, after living a majority of my youth in a tyrannical setting, I wanted to live out the rest of my 20's in the quiet woodlands. But that all changed when I decided to be nice and help tho...
