Post by Crash Rodriguez on Jul 2, 2019 21:36:29 GMT -5
A man with wild, frizzy hair walks across a field before stopping before a small, rotting shed. He hesitantly reaches for the door, stopping mid push.
"Why must I keep coming here? It's just painful memories now. I have to move on or it's going to kill me"
The young man quickly pushes the door open and walks inside, suddenly filled with anger and haste. He walks up to a workbench, which atop sits an old rusty toolbox.
"We need to stop. I'm only driving myself deeper into this hole. I'm going completely insane. Maybe I need to walk away from all of this? I hurt myself more than I'm hurting anybody else. NO! No, no, no. I NEED to do this. I have to hurt them, I have to free them from their PAIN! It's the only way. The only way."
The man unlatches the toolbox delicately, as if something valuable and fragile lies within. He hesitates for a minute, staring, fearing what he's about to embark on. Suddenly he swings the top open and starts rummaging inside, throwing it's contents across the room. Duct tape, books, and some small hand tools go clattering against the dilapidated walls within the small wooden shed.
"WHERE IS IT! WHERE DID I FUCKING HIDE IT! It was right here, under the bible she left behind. Who the fuck moved it? It's mine dammit. It's mine. Let's just calm down Crash, being upset won't help anything."
The young haggard looking man, known as Crash Rodriguez, brings his hands to his face and starts stroking through his tangled mess of hair. He leans over workbench hands over his head. We hear sobs leaving his flustered body, something is obviously wrong.
"It was in there, I swear, I always leave it there. Somebody must've moved it. It obviously didn't grow legs and walk out! God fuck it all!"
Crash throws the tool box off the surface, causing a large bang. His sobs return to full force, before breaking into a cackle. He walks over to the toolbox on the ground and picks it up and throws it at the ground over and over. As his deranged laughter comes to an end, he composes himself and starts to gather all the contents he's strewn about the tiny room. As he lifts the bible, a photograph of a woman falls from the back of it.
"Mom, I thought I lost you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have followed father's footsteps. But I just love seeing them twisted in agony. I just wanted to feel close to my dad, now it's tearing me apart. Mom, why'd you have to take your own life? Why'd you condemn me to a life of torture!?"
The man slides the photo in the toolbox, relatches it and exits the shed, sporting a crooked smile.
"Why must I keep coming here? It's just painful memories now. I have to move on or it's going to kill me"
The young man quickly pushes the door open and walks inside, suddenly filled with anger and haste. He walks up to a workbench, which atop sits an old rusty toolbox.
"We need to stop. I'm only driving myself deeper into this hole. I'm going completely insane. Maybe I need to walk away from all of this? I hurt myself more than I'm hurting anybody else. NO! No, no, no. I NEED to do this. I have to hurt them, I have to free them from their PAIN! It's the only way. The only way."
The man unlatches the toolbox delicately, as if something valuable and fragile lies within. He hesitates for a minute, staring, fearing what he's about to embark on. Suddenly he swings the top open and starts rummaging inside, throwing it's contents across the room. Duct tape, books, and some small hand tools go clattering against the dilapidated walls within the small wooden shed.
"WHERE IS IT! WHERE DID I FUCKING HIDE IT! It was right here, under the bible she left behind. Who the fuck moved it? It's mine dammit. It's mine. Let's just calm down Crash, being upset won't help anything."
The young haggard looking man, known as Crash Rodriguez, brings his hands to his face and starts stroking through his tangled mess of hair. He leans over workbench hands over his head. We hear sobs leaving his flustered body, something is obviously wrong.
"It was in there, I swear, I always leave it there. Somebody must've moved it. It obviously didn't grow legs and walk out! God fuck it all!"
Crash throws the tool box off the surface, causing a large bang. His sobs return to full force, before breaking into a cackle. He walks over to the toolbox on the ground and picks it up and throws it at the ground over and over. As his deranged laughter comes to an end, he composes himself and starts to gather all the contents he's strewn about the tiny room. As he lifts the bible, a photograph of a woman falls from the back of it.
"Mom, I thought I lost you. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have followed father's footsteps. But I just love seeing them twisted in agony. I just wanted to feel close to my dad, now it's tearing me apart. Mom, why'd you have to take your own life? Why'd you condemn me to a life of torture!?"
The man slides the photo in the toolbox, relatches it and exits the shed, sporting a crooked smile.