Post by Owen Harper//Storm Skylar on May 6, 2008 1:37:19 GMT
Owen stormed out of the club. The club that he had led the team to to have a great night and who did they find there, none other then Captain John Hart. And what happened? For some stupid reason the whole team decided that they could trust him! What crap! He tried to kill them for money; there was no way that he was changing. Owen got out of the bar and staretd home. He had no car with him, and did not fell like taking a cap so he walked. It wasn't that far, it only took 30 minutes. It was a noce night. It had finally stopped raining and the streets were clear. Most people were at home sleeping or out partying, it was about 11pm now. Owen walked slowly with his hands in his coat pockets. The air was chilly, but that did nothing but help him calm down.
As Owen walked he thought, thought about what had happened. How his team; his friends had turned on him. How they were now sitting in the bar with a evil man thinking that they wre safe. How he was now alone. He know what they all were thinking bakc there, that he was only acting this way because of his resent change; how he was now dead! He knew it! He wished that there was some way it could be different. He would never be looked at the same, being cut out because he was dead. You can do that becuase if you get shot it wont heil. You will haeva bruise forever! How long would forever be? Hu? He could finally really die any time now and no one seemed to remember that.
As he walked he fought back tears. The thoughts were hard. He didn't vry much, and maybe he should. He knew that his sarcasim was because of what h*** his life was before, with a none loving mother, maybe if he let it all out then he would be nicer, happier, but that didn't matter now, not when he was dead. He was more afraid now, afraid of really dieing. All that had happened to him before how he was now didn't matter, what mattered was that when he finally did drop down he would be in the darkness forever! He was so scared and now even being in the real world he was alone, broken from his friends, who might just find the end tonight because of their stupidity! He did not care, or at least he said he didn't.
Finally after the longest 30 minutes of his life he walked through the door of his flat. He shut the door behind him, but did not lock it, there was no need and no thought of that. Owen continued in with out looking at anything and fell on to the couch. There he layed his head in his hands ready to finally let out tearsm but nothing came, he had forgotten he couldn't cry. Anrgy and grabbed the pillow next to him and throw it across that room yelling and shouting as loud as he could.
"AWWWWWW! D*****!!! D***** D***** D*****!!!!! S***!"
On and on he shouted.
As Owen walked he thought, thought about what had happened. How his team; his friends had turned on him. How they were now sitting in the bar with a evil man thinking that they wre safe. How he was now alone. He know what they all were thinking bakc there, that he was only acting this way because of his resent change; how he was now dead! He knew it! He wished that there was some way it could be different. He would never be looked at the same, being cut out because he was dead. You can do that becuase if you get shot it wont heil. You will haeva bruise forever! How long would forever be? Hu? He could finally really die any time now and no one seemed to remember that.
As he walked he fought back tears. The thoughts were hard. He didn't vry much, and maybe he should. He knew that his sarcasim was because of what h*** his life was before, with a none loving mother, maybe if he let it all out then he would be nicer, happier, but that didn't matter now, not when he was dead. He was more afraid now, afraid of really dieing. All that had happened to him before how he was now didn't matter, what mattered was that when he finally did drop down he would be in the darkness forever! He was so scared and now even being in the real world he was alone, broken from his friends, who might just find the end tonight because of their stupidity! He did not care, or at least he said he didn't.
Finally after the longest 30 minutes of his life he walked through the door of his flat. He shut the door behind him, but did not lock it, there was no need and no thought of that. Owen continued in with out looking at anything and fell on to the couch. There he layed his head in his hands ready to finally let out tearsm but nothing came, he had forgotten he couldn't cry. Anrgy and grabbed the pillow next to him and throw it across that room yelling and shouting as loud as he could.
"AWWWWWW! D*****!!! D***** D***** D*****!!!!! S***!"
On and on he shouted.