hma1010
Feb. 8, 2014, 6 p.m.
Fall
Maybe there comes a point when it's just too late. When you've hurt too many people to believe that you yourself are worth saving. Maybe now he's teetering on that edge, trying to find the sign that will tell him which way to fall. And he will fall.
K - Words: 428 - Last Updated: Feb 08, 2014 572 0 0 0 Categories: Angst, Drama, General, Tragedy, Tags: OMG CREYS,
Author's Notes:
A/N- This was something that just came to me, its short and non specific. You can decide who you think its about and why, I have my own thoughts. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment!
-I own nothing from Glee!
Hes lying on his back on the bed, staring but unseeing at the ceiling. Everything feels heavy. Its cliché to say that theres a deep ache in his chest, that it feels like he cant breath, but things are cliché for a reason.
He feels like the light in the world is gone, that there is nothing but white noise surrounding him like the static from a TV. And the pain; the pain feels like hes being ripped from the inside out.
He could cry; maybe he should be crying, maybe then he wouldnt feel like his head and his chest were stinging from oncoming tears. He wants to cry even, but really what is there to cry about? Nothing has happened. Nothing new, anyway. Sometimes he just feels this deep-seated hurt thats been created by his mind and by nothing more.
The room around him is casted in darkening shadows as the sun sets on another day. Hes been here, lying like this, unmoving, for days, weeks maybe; theres no reason for him to know.
Sometimes it feels like he should just put an end to this all. Wouldnt that be easier for him? For all the people who have to show up every few days to make sure that hes still here, that hes eaten or showered or moved from this bed. Hes useless at this point, a dead weight collecting dust in the corner.
His medicine still sits on his nightstand, untouched. He remembers when the doctor gave it to him, promised that it could help, along with talking. He hasnt touched it since it was placed there. He doesnt know if he wants it to help, if he wants to stop hurting. Why should he? He causes a pain so he gets a pain; an eye for an eye. Isnt that what karma is for? To punish those who harm.
There was a time when he mightve fought for himself. A time when it wouldve seemed like he could go on with who hes become, and that the world needed him even if he wasnt whole. There was probably even a time when he liked himself enough that he wouldnt have fallen into this depressive slump. When he would look at the prospect of life with more desire than the prospect of death.
Maybe there comes a point when its just too late. When youve hurt too many people to believe that you yourself are worth saving. Maybe now hes teetering on that edge, trying to find the sign that will tell him which way to fall. And he will fall.