Hmm... Thinking about not continuing my fanfic. Only a hand full of people acctually read it anyway. I have a couple more chapters already written up, but after that, idk. I'm not staying I'm going to stop, but I'm not saying I'm going to keep going.
Thrash pulled his Draculoid mask off, as if that was supposed to make me feel better about him being in my room. He didn’t think he was here to apologize, did he? It was a little late for an apology. He couldn’t possibly think I was going to trust him again, after everything. As his shaggy hair settled down around his face I noticed the huge bruise was slowly shrinking into a purplish-yellow spot. It was about time he was wounded by something.
I could feel his heart beat in his wrist as I was gripping it so tightly. Faster, faster, it pulsed. He put on a pretty good face, didn’t act nervous at all. Little did he know, I was revealing his secrets, one lie at a time. He was getting better at lying, pretending emotions didn’t exist, quietly tolerating the good ones but ignoring the bad ones all together. I had perfected that game years ago.
Truth is I was feeling better. The other truth is that they probably drugged me when I was in the hospital wing. For now, I was clinging to the small amount of sanity the drugs allowed me. I no longer wanted to kill myself, calmed by the medicine, but the world had a strange shininess to it that made me sick. I didn’t even know what time it was. The corners of my vision had a fuzzy, blurry frame. Everything in me was just north of numb.