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Gerard’s P.O.V
I always thought it would be a scary place, the forest - especially at night. It’s freaky, but it’s peaceful in a strange way.
Waqaar and I have set up camp in a small clearing, the search for Ray hasn’t been going well, there’s no track of him, no sign of Ray anywhere. Waqaar told me he’s seen people around, that they look like a tribe and that they’re watching us, but I think it’s just his schizophrenia kicking in, even though Aariz give him a life time support of pills before. It’s kind off awkward too, as me and ‘Qar are stuck together in the little tent, which I did not steal at all. While we were on our search there was a bunch of campers trying to set up camp and I just slipped in from behind a massive tree and borrowed it for a while. Well it’s better than my original idea - sleeping in sleeping bags, on the ground.
I feel the soft wind blow, the trees rattling and little animals scurrying about, see, peaceful. I hear a loud crack noise, far to loud for an animal. I whip my head around, nothing’s there, just the same soft wind blowing. I slide back into the tent, with the already sleeping Waqaar.
Ray’s P.O.V
I don’t know why I did it, honestly. Why didn’t I think? Weird part is that I feel bad. Will he forgive me?
God damn it Ray. You’re going insane. You feel nothing for this guy. Nothing. You’re straight. He’s just fucking with your head. You did it for a good reason. Did I?
I tip-toe across the room floor, after slipping on my jeans again. I reach for the handle, when I slip and crash into the door, I watch in alarm as Sawib rips across the floor, face like thunder.
“EPI OOL, HUT ERTY! HUT ERTY!" Sawib shouts, striking me across the face.
It was a hard blow, I’ll tell you that. I blacked out for a bit. Here I am, awake, in some abandoned kitchen. Most likely a cellar in this….this house, that’s what it is isn’t it? That’s what it seems like. It seems old and damp, with a metal stove in the corner, two rotten wooden stools and old drain pipes running across the walls. I can’t hear anything. At all. Everyone’s quite and it’s frightening. Maybe this is another so called test? Half of me wants him to come back and the other half would rather sit here and die than go near him again. I just don’t want another beating, if it happens again, I’ll beat the shit out of him. I’m not suffering an abusive … boyfriend? Christ, listen to me, sounding like a woman. Man, I sound like a chauvinist. I’m not, I swear.
How off topic did my thoughts get there? I shake my head and banding it against the wall.
“Come on Sawib! I’m sorry! Let me out!” I grunted.
“If that’s what you wish” came a voice, and the old, rusty metal door slide open, revealing Sawib, “apologize,”
“I’m … I’m sorry” I said.
“Apology not accepted” Sawib said, smirking.
Who wants to hear something rejected?
Okay so, since I'm never on this site anymore, I forgot this story was even posted on this site, even though this was the first place I ever posted it. I nearly smacked myself in the face.
While I'm here. For no reason. At all. I'm going to share my username story. Just because I smile a little when I type it in. So way back in 2007 I saw someone with the name MyFamousLastWords and then when I joined up, that was all I could remember, so for some sort of inspiration, I typed in MyFamousLastWords, knowing it wouldn't let me have that one because it was already in use. But apparently not, considering I've got it.
Now I bet I seem like some type of fraud. XD I don't even know why I typed that out. It was just there. Don't even bother reading this. XD
Thoughts?
I always thought it would be a scary place, the forest - especially at night. It’s freaky, but it’s peaceful in a strange way.
Waqaar and I have set up camp in a small clearing, the search for Ray hasn’t been going well, there’s no track of him, no sign of Ray anywhere. Waqaar told me he’s seen people around, that they look like a tribe and that they’re watching us, but I think it’s just his schizophrenia kicking in, even though Aariz give him a life time support of pills before. It’s kind off awkward too, as me and ‘Qar are stuck together in the little tent, which I did not steal at all. While we were on our search there was a bunch of campers trying to set up camp and I just slipped in from behind a massive tree and borrowed it for a while. Well it’s better than my original idea - sleeping in sleeping bags, on the ground.
I feel the soft wind blow, the trees rattling and little animals scurrying about, see, peaceful. I hear a loud crack noise, far to loud for an animal. I whip my head around, nothing’s there, just the same soft wind blowing. I slide back into the tent, with the already sleeping Waqaar.
Ray’s P.O.V
I don’t know why I did it, honestly. Why didn’t I think? Weird part is that I feel bad. Will he forgive me?
God damn it Ray. You’re going insane. You feel nothing for this guy. Nothing. You’re straight. He’s just fucking with your head. You did it for a good reason. Did I?
I tip-toe across the room floor, after slipping on my jeans again. I reach for the handle, when I slip and crash into the door, I watch in alarm as Sawib rips across the floor, face like thunder.
“EPI OOL, HUT ERTY! HUT ERTY!" Sawib shouts, striking me across the face.
It was a hard blow, I’ll tell you that. I blacked out for a bit. Here I am, awake, in some abandoned kitchen. Most likely a cellar in this….this house, that’s what it is isn’t it? That’s what it seems like. It seems old and damp, with a metal stove in the corner, two rotten wooden stools and old drain pipes running across the walls. I can’t hear anything. At all. Everyone’s quite and it’s frightening. Maybe this is another so called test? Half of me wants him to come back and the other half would rather sit here and die than go near him again. I just don’t want another beating, if it happens again, I’ll beat the shit out of him. I’m not suffering an abusive … boyfriend? Christ, listen to me, sounding like a woman. Man, I sound like a chauvinist. I’m not, I swear.
How off topic did my thoughts get there? I shake my head and banding it against the wall.
“Come on Sawib! I’m sorry! Let me out!” I grunted.
“If that’s what you wish” came a voice, and the old, rusty metal door slide open, revealing Sawib, “apologize,”
“I’m … I’m sorry” I said.
“Apology not accepted” Sawib said, smirking.
Who wants to hear something rejected?
Okay so, since I'm never on this site anymore, I forgot this story was even posted on this site, even though this was the first place I ever posted it. I nearly smacked myself in the face.
While I'm here. For no reason. At all. I'm going to share my username story. Just because I smile a little when I type it in. So way back in 2007 I saw someone with the name MyFamousLastWords and then when I joined up, that was all I could remember, so for some sort of inspiration, I typed in MyFamousLastWords, knowing it wouldn't let me have that one because it was already in use. But apparently not, considering I've got it.
Now I bet I seem like some type of fraud. XD I don't even know why I typed that out. It was just there. Don't even bother reading this. XD
Thoughts?
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