Find your way back from the abyss,
It’s not what you lack that people miss.
Nothing could change the way they see
The world in this disharmony.
The rules have long been written,
And not one has been smitten.
For fairness or doubt they fought back
Only to realize what they lack…
I have nothing to say,
Yet I am glad for days,
Because some choose to stay
While I burn in a blaze.
It’s good that someone hears,
Else I would be crazy,
I’ve been hiding for years
The world now looks hazy.
I might not have much,
Need to get a clue,
But for your gentle touch
I want to say thank you.
Wings too young to carry
The burdens placed upon you.
Had you been more wary,
There would be none to undo.
The nest torn to shreds
And sent askew,
Followed by rolling heads.
The scent of morning dew,
Thick in the air with panic and pain
Have you come to an end?
Is there nothing else to gain?
But there is still time to amend…
You still have your wings,
Be them young and untrained.
For all those kings
That made you stained.
“… and so he totally got the wrong number”
“No way, didn’t he call you right after you gave him the number?”
“No, he was just happy to get a number”
“OMG you are so lucky, you get all the virgin boys coming”
“I wish they would start going. It gets really old really fast”
I wish you would go… This is the last time I agree to take the tube. I should have asked brother to come and pick me up. Now I have to deal with these two chatter mouths, that old woman, who’s looking at me like I am going to mug her, and that bloke, who smells like a sewer.
Oh joyous times those two are finally getting off. At least I’ll have some peace and quiet, hopefully. What time is it anyway? My mobile died there ought to be a clock somewhere around here. Let’s see 16:37, that means I’ll be at my station in about thirty minutes.
The old woman and the bloke are getting out. Finally I can relax without some old woman glaring at me, it was getting rather annoying. Really it’s not like every 16 year old lad is some kind of maniac, though I understand her concern to some extent.
16:54… Great I’m actually bored and a tad bit uneasy. I never fancied being outside at five… But I’ll just hurry home and it’ll be fine. There is nothing wrong with the fifth hour… Its fine… 16:56… Bloody hell, why aren’t there any people around? I’d take anyone right now. This is unsettling.
Come on move faster… I imagine the people in the station will look at me like I was mad or something. I’m getting more and more agitated and I can’t stop myself from glancing over my shoulder. I need to get out right now…. It’s five… Bloody…
It’s eerily quiet… Just breathe, its fine it’s just an hour… Finally we reached the station! Alright…Where are all the people? The station is empty. What’s going on? People should be crowding the station right now, but it looks like a ghost town or rather station. The doors open… I feel I shouldn’t step out, but I rather go home right now.
What the..? The lights in the train go out… all of them… This is daft… I need to get out of here.
I start running like a bath out of hell and by this point I doubt it’s anything other than just that. Wait… what? It’s so dark… I swear to God that it was just five, so why does it look like it’s almost nine? First the train, then the sun setting early? What’s next?
Honestly I think I don’t want to know. It should clear up tomorrow. I mean it’s… really… I knew the fifth hour was never good…
8:00
The sun rise was delayed today. It felt like it was hesitant. I’m not sure why, but the cloudy sky isn’t helping anything. I think it’s going to be interesting from today forward.
10:38
Five students from my class were sick. Why five? It is wrong to question an insignificant number like five, but I took notice of it and I felt like I should mention it. I need to get out more. When a person starts thinking too much about a simple number like five then it’s about time they spent more time outside or with friends… This is depressing I really haven’t been talking to people. Maybe I’m going stir crazy No that’s when a person doesn’t leave the house and I’ve been out of the house for a few time, but it’s mainly school and I just end up sitting alone writing in a notepad. Time to start socialising again. The sun looks bleak today… But what does five have to do with it?
13:47
Out of school and out of luck… I have been over thinking that stupid number again. Why? I need answers and I need a something to let out my frustration on. But I don’t think I’d be going out today, it feels strange outside. Just when I told myself to go out more… How typical…
17:14
It’s too dark… it’s spring the sun should be still high up in the sky, but it feels more like winter. The sun is barely visible in the horizon. I’m having this weird feeling. I don’t know… I need to get out… But it feels unsafe, I have a pocket knife and I won’t be outside for long, or go to uncrowded areas. I have watched too many horror movies…
20:05
The sun set was very strange… I feel like I should be worried. Well, more like, I should be a lot more coutios. I didn’t see a single person outside when I went out. Even the store was closed, I ended up going the schools field and watching the sunset. It was strange, but I felt this… Relief? I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I remember letting a sigh of relief as the sun disappeared.
I doubt I will ever see it again… But why is the number five bother me so much?
80
There were three of us. Me, your usual door-to-door salesman, once divorced, age 32. The woman dressed in punk clothes, from what I managed to understand she is in her late twenties, she hasn’t given her name or any other information about herself, so I can only guess that she has a boyfriend or a something along those lines, she checks her phone every few minutes, she is most likely unemployed, but that’s just me trying to play detective, and lastly she is the most untrustworthy. Well no, maybe amongst the two I could trust her more than the guy who has been talking to me. Mr Good Samaritan who has been looking for a way out, even though we are in a small room with no doors and windows and have already looked through all of the cracks. His name is Luke, age 30 works as a store clerk, in other words your everyday average Joe with way too good of a heart.
I might have started from the wrong end here, but I found this notebook in my briefcase and after eight hours of nothing I decided to write down what’s happening. So like I mentioned there are three of us, we are trapped in some kind of room that looks like a hidden basement, I say that because a good ten feet up is on the ceiling ( this room isn’t wide, but it’s deep ) we can see a faint outline of what looks like a trapdoor. As for the rest of the room, it’s void of anything else, but stone walls and the tree of us.
Yes, the time, we have been here for eight hours. That is what the punk girl says, because she is the only one that has a phone, that is about to die. So for the next few minutes we will have some knowledge of the passing time, but that’s about it. Thing is I don’t remember how I got here, none of us do. The last thing I remember is going home on Monday after heading my rounds. Luke says he remembers Monday morning, very early Monday morning, because he had to get to work earlier, so he says it was about six in the morning. And lastly the punk woman remembers Sunday night, around midnight, that’s all she told us. But we don’t know what day today is, because the calendar on the phone was messed with and now it shows 1976 June 8th. We are all from 2015 March 15-16th, so unless time travel is real, we aren’t allowed to know what day it is.
More about us. Right I’m named Adam and as I said the punk had a phone on her, where’s I had my briefcase with this notebook and a pen. Luke didn’t have a thing on him, or he just didn’t share with the rest of the class. Have no idea what to do or why we are all here. There is little to no connection between us. Sure our age is similar, but aside from that our personalities are completely different, not to mention our appearance. I have brown hair, Luke has blonde and the punk has black, not to mention she is a woman. I get that me and Luke have more in common than either of us with the punk, so I don’t know.
I have to guess that an hour passed, maybe more, the punks phone died a while ago. We stopped making small talk and are now in three different corners of the room. On my left is Luke and on my right is the punk woman. The silence is deafening. Luke suggested we get some sleep. The punk isn’t happy about it, she thinks one of us or even both might try and kill her or worse. I suggest letting one person sleep while the other two stand guard, she still doesn’t want to comply. We agree to wait it out for a bit longer. I wonder how much is ‘longer’.
Time is a mystery here, there isn’t even a sound to guess what time it is. I agreed to be the first person to sleep, I really wanted to sleep and I didn’t care if I died in the process, it would be a blessing if anything. It is really terrifying to be in a quiet room for a long period of time. Not because of the other people, no because you start hearing things. I heard children laughing, I was the only one. The punk heard shuffling, like something is crawling through the walls, she refuses to be near a wall, she sits in the centre of the room. Good news is she talks to me, but when Luke tries to join in she shies away. Luke hasn’t heard anything; he doesn’t seem disturbed by this place at all. That is disturbing.
I swear to God, I am hearing kids. If I turn away from the room for too long or try to go to sleep, it’s like a playground is right next to my ear. I have no idea what the actual fuck. The punk has decided to stay next to me, well more like in front of me, she still doesn’t like the walls, and she says they start moving when she isn’t watching. Luke has become fidgety, he keeps biting his nails or fingers, whatever comes closest. He doesn’t talk about his hallucinations. I know he has them and I’m guessing he hears voices in his head or something, because he says ‘shut up’ or ‘stay quiet’, things like that.
Luke… is is dead… He slit his throat. He had a knife with himself. We were all sitting actually talking again, just to keep ssane, and he goes and pulls a knife from his pocket and slits his oown throat. Me and Linda are huddled together on the opposite side of the room. Pleases someone help us!
Linda is asleep in my arms, she calmed down, she almost looks like Luke now. It looks nice to be so calm. I wish I could sleep, I couldn’t fall asleep after Luke killed himself. Hunger! I never wrote about the hunger! I’m hungry… And… And Lukes body looks good. It’s muscle, I mean it’s made of meat, so it should be good. I haven’t told this to Linda yet, but I’m going to try it. If it’s good then we can live longer…
Linda hasn’t woken up yet, I feel a lot better. But I know that Linda will freak out when she sees the blood on my clothes, she might try to kill me. I don’t… I have to end her first or she will end me.
She didn’t even see it coming I stabbed her in the heart. Her eyes shot open and that’s it, she went limp. The trapdoor clicked open the light is now shinning down into the room, a ladder is lowered. I’m going now. Good luck, you’re next.
End
Have a sane day.
shiftingeye 