CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"I have nothing," he said. He was alone in his bedroom. He had just realised he had nothing. He looked out of the window at children playing. Fucking children! He looked away and lay curled up on his bed. He tried not to think. He did not succeed.
"I have nothing." The thought was stuck in his head, as tended to happen to him.
"I have nothing." He screamed. It didn't help. He screamed louder. It didn't help.
"I have nothing." He bit into his pillow. He often did that to stop himself thinking. It didn't work.
"I have nothing." He thought of masturbating. He used to spend hours alone in his room masturbating. He was happy then. He didn't care that he had nothing real, at least he could use his body as an entertainment centre. But his sexual thoughts had left him long ago. He couldn't even masturbate.
"I have nothing." He pulled himself up and looked through all the books on his shelf, trying to find something to read. He didn't want to read any of them again. He didn't want to read anything. He threw 'The Silmarillion' against the wall. He thought of ripping it apart with his teeth. Maybe that would be fun. But no, he'd never destroy a book.
"I have nothing." He bit his own hand instead. Maybe he could eat himself. That would be something. He actually chewed on his finger a bit. It hurt, but he felt detached from the pain. Yes, that was it, he was a cannibal. That explained everything. That explained why he had no hope at all of ever living a normal life. He was a cannibal! Maybe he should eat some other people, rather than himself. He had a purpose now, no need to kill himself...
"I have cannibalism." He ran down the stairs. A madness had took him. He'd go out and eat the first person he saw. He put some shoes on, opened the door...and his next door neighbour was standing there.
"Err, hi," said his neighbour. "Look, I heard a screaming earlier, then a banging and I don't know what you're doing, but the sound travels right through the wall and we were trying to get the baby to sleep..."
"I was screaming to block out my lonliness," he said, calmly. "The banging was my throwing the Silmarillion against the wall." He was surprised by how easily he was talking. If only he had been able to talk to Susan that way, two weeks ago the last time he had seen her, on that glorious evening when he'd destroyed so much of the shop's stock. His boss had even called him to see if he knew anything about it. Maybe his boss had forgotten he existed.
"Look, I don't know what a Silm Rilling is, and I don't care, just keep the noise down, okay?"
"Sure. I HAVE CANNIBALISM!" And he bit his neighbours nose off.
"I have nothing." The thought was stuck in his head, as tended to happen to him.
"I have nothing." He screamed. It didn't help. He screamed louder. It didn't help.
"I have nothing." He bit into his pillow. He often did that to stop himself thinking. It didn't work.
"I have nothing." He thought of masturbating. He used to spend hours alone in his room masturbating. He was happy then. He didn't care that he had nothing real, at least he could use his body as an entertainment centre. But his sexual thoughts had left him long ago. He couldn't even masturbate.
"I have nothing." He pulled himself up and looked through all the books on his shelf, trying to find something to read. He didn't want to read any of them again. He didn't want to read anything. He threw 'The Silmarillion' against the wall. He thought of ripping it apart with his teeth. Maybe that would be fun. But no, he'd never destroy a book.
"I have nothing." He bit his own hand instead. Maybe he could eat himself. That would be something. He actually chewed on his finger a bit. It hurt, but he felt detached from the pain. Yes, that was it, he was a cannibal. That explained everything. That explained why he had no hope at all of ever living a normal life. He was a cannibal! Maybe he should eat some other people, rather than himself. He had a purpose now, no need to kill himself...
"I have cannibalism." He ran down the stairs. A madness had took him. He'd go out and eat the first person he saw. He put some shoes on, opened the door...and his next door neighbour was standing there.
"Err, hi," said his neighbour. "Look, I heard a screaming earlier, then a banging and I don't know what you're doing, but the sound travels right through the wall and we were trying to get the baby to sleep..."
"I was screaming to block out my lonliness," he said, calmly. "The banging was my throwing the Silmarillion against the wall." He was surprised by how easily he was talking. If only he had been able to talk to Susan that way, two weeks ago the last time he had seen her, on that glorious evening when he'd destroyed so much of the shop's stock. His boss had even called him to see if he knew anything about it. Maybe his boss had forgotten he existed.
"Look, I don't know what a Silm Rilling is, and I don't care, just keep the noise down, okay?"
"Sure. I HAVE CANNIBALISM!" And he bit his neighbours nose off.
