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Raver (short story)

  • 16-03-2007 6:41pm
    #1
    basket_case
    Closed Accounts Posts: 26 ✭


    Hmmm....

    Raver-

    Julian stared at the ground as he walked home.He still had that taste in his mouth.His hair was messy,his shirt was faded,his jeans were riped,and his Converse had illuminous paint splashed on them.Julian liked them better that way,made him feel like he'd been around.
    He could remember everything that had happened the night before,but if anyone would have asked him he would say he was to wasted to remember,this made him feel like he'd seen it all before.
    The cut on his right arm was still stinging.The white tissue which was round his arm to stop the bleeding was soaked in blood,it didnt hurt that bad but Julian liked the look of the bloody tissue,made him feel tough.Julian never taught he was tough until last night,he never taught he could take on so much until last night,and he never taught he could find himself in a situation like this.With problems like this,until last night.
    When he reached his street,instead of going home to his so-called "parents",he walked straight to school,everyone taught he was a hero in school,noone taught that at home.He had already missed the first two classes,so he decided he would go in for the next one and leave at lunch,maybe.So Julian crossed the road,and headed for is school.He thaught of last night,that was all he could think of.He wanted more,he taught he needed more.
    A stabbing pain hit Julians right side just underneath his chest and he couldnt breath.he stumbled over to the wall,and sat down.He knew what he had done,he knew what they had done,and all he thaught about was that taste in his mouth,the illumionous paint on his Converse,and the bullet hole through his stomach.Last night was worth it.


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