throwbacks and sinners: A Blistering Case Of Insomnia (Murder Was The Case They Gave Me)

I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately. I have not showered or left the house in 4 days if that makes you feel any better.

So I have been writing this story based off a dream and I will continue posting it if I keep writing, here's what I got so far;

Chapter 1: A Blistering Case Of Insomnia

I looked over at the clock and sighed. It was 2:00 in the morning, it was 67 degrees, and i couldn't get two shits worth of sleep. Sighing I got up from bed and checked myself out in the mirror. Black shorts with small multicolored dots all over it, a plain grey tank top, and a sports bra. I had on 3 chains, one that ended just beneath my boobs, it was a silver cross, the second was shorter and only reached towards my collar bone this one had nothing, it was just a chain, the third only drooped slightly below the second, holding a small skull charm. My sliced up arms where visible as well as my sliced upper thighs. I had on a pair of gray socks that went just past my knees. I sighed again laughing at my appearance. I threw on my black jacket and my chucks, heading to the front door. After practically having a heart attack opening and closing the door quietly i walked outside. The cool air nipped at my bare legs and my jacket was thin and unzipped. I sat down on the cold concrete laying back and closing my eyes. The night air relaxed me, it seemed so much easier to breathe than the clogged air inside. This relaxation tempted me to sing.

"When I was a young girl my father took me into the city

to see a marching band

he said dear when you grow up

would you be, the savior of the broken

the beaten and the damned?

He said will you defeat them?
your demons and all the non-believers

the plans that they have made?"

I sang this quietly, not wanting to wake anyone from their happy dreams. I decided i needed coffee so i stood up, and closed my eyes for one last breath of fresh air before i returned to the processed air of my home. Suddenly a hand snaked its way around my mouth and another at my hip. Someone was pushing my towards a van. THE FUCK? Before i could react I was shoved into the car. The man slammed the door and began driving. "OH FUCK NO!" I screamed. I've heard of this fucked up shit. What if he was satanic? Oh fuck. ohfuckohfuckohfuckohmotherfuckingfuck. I banged on the door but it was no use. A locked metal gate separated me from the crazy fuck who took me. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK" I screamed extremely loud. "FUCK" I yelled again. I heard the man puff in aggravation. He suddenly pulled over. We were on a deserted highway, FUCK. The door slid open and the man walked in shutting it behind him. I'm not a fucking dumb ass so i didn't attack him. Oh yeah let me just attack some phyco guy that I'm trapped in a car with. Rigght that's a fool-proof plan. He sat down in front of me. We were about 3 feet from each other, both of us sitting criss-cross. I looked him over, he was seemingly young. Around 22-25 maybe? He was actually very attractive. He was about 5"5, he had dark brown hair that was shaggy and tossed, but pale skin, his beautiful blue eyes went well with his soft plump pink lips. He had very high cheek bones and was quite skinny. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a Metallica shirt, a leather jacket, and black converse. "So, why the fuck am I sitting in the back of a cold van, on a deserted highway?" I asked boldly. He didn't seem to mind my sarcasm. "Well I'm October Trinity, I'm 21 years old, currently single, i like rock and tofu. The reason your here is because my 5 year girlfriend was just caught cheating on me. I was driving around all sad and i parked on the side of your house and began walking, as i was walking back to my car i heard your beautiful voice; and you where singing a good band too. You were dressed funny and i liked it. I thought you were pretty. But lets face it, no teenage girl is stupid enough to say yes to some 20 something guy when he asks, "would you step in my van so we can chat?" Ya no. So that's why your here" he answered. "Okay. I think i should be afraid, but I'm really not. I am here, and you just want to talk to me, and then i can go home?" I concluded. "Yeah" he nodded. My sleeves where raised from me banging and my shorts where exposing more skin now that i was sitting. "Why?" he asked. suddenly taking notice of my cuts. "Because apparently I'm my mother's biggest disappointment. not important enough for my dad. a demon to my granny, and a goth faggot freak to my peers." I paused. "And this makes my numbness go away, It makes me feel human again." A wave of curiosity covered his face, "Your really pretty" He almost whispered. I froze. Oh no, he was going to rape me. Oh shit! "You know" he whispered again, "I used to have these dreams where I went to hell for everything I've done. They where really scary" I starred at him. Say what? GREAT, HE'S A FUCKING PHYCO. "No no no it's not like that" he said reading my mind, "I'm bisexual and always felt bad for liking guys; also I felt bad because I have killed someone." He finished. Oh. My. God

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so yeah, more tomorrow or the next day. To end I give you three good pictures.