Post by HEATHCLIFF CAAN WHITFIELD on Aug 10, 2012 15:53:41 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2wom9du.png), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… Tick, tick, tick, BOOM! Heath's eyes opened wide as he pushing himself up from the seat of his couch. Arm reaching forward as if to grab something but he ended up knocking down a lamp. His entire body was covered with a fresh coat of white sweat. He felt his heart beating fast and his eyes looking around as they adjusted themselves to the surroundings. This house, this place people kept telling him was his home just felt like a strangers place. His eyes looked around and soon enough he was standing up and walking down the hall; to his room and into the closet. With eyes scanning the clothes he wondered if this was really his house. "Whatever dude, it's what you have" he muttered as he pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt in order to slip on something on his upper body and change out of the sweat pants he was wearing. He needed a drink and he needed one right now and this house apparently didn't have any. With a loud groan he moved out of the room and grabbed the pair of keys from the bowl near the table at the front door. "Bye, home sweet home" he muttered on his way out, locking the door and jogging to the car. Everything seemed like a strangers life, he was living someone Else's life of that he was certain. Sure they might say he was this Heathcliff, they might say his parent was in the army and that his mother was very worried about him but the woman he had seen at the hospital caused no emotion to come to him. Perhaps pity, for he felt bad for the woman who cried and begged for him to remember her but there was no real way for him to do so. He had accepted it but he didn't like it, so that was why he never visited her like he had promised, that was why he went to work and head home. Home then work. Now however, he needed a drink and that was what he was searching for, no matter the bar he just needed one to be open and willing to take his money. Suddenly a flashing light hit him and he looked down that way. Lush, bar. Those were the two words he caught and those were the only words he needed to know. The boy quickly shifted the car, not caring that he almost hit another one while doing so and he merely parked down and killed the engine. "Great" he mentioned as he pushed the door open and began to walk down the street to reach the door. The man at the door gave him a look which Heath was unable to pin point but the strong man merely stepped a side and allowed him to walk in. Heath said nothing as he moved into the bar; nothing caught his attention, not the loud music or the flashing lights. Nothing really as he made his way down to the bar he had managed to spot across from the dancing people. Heath took nothing about his surroundings into consideration, if he had he would have noticed where he had walked into; however it wouldn't have mattered to him, all he was searching for as some alcohol and this place could provide that just as good as the next bar. Finally making his way to an empty stool he looked up at the grinning bartender. "Whiskey, on the rocks" he said quickly and without much emotion which seemed to throw the bartender off guard but he moved to give what he had asked for. "Rough night?" he asked as he set the napkin on the bar and then the glass on it. "I wouldn't know" he said shrugging his shoulders before taking the glass and drinking the liquid entirely. The burning sensation quickly took over his throat and he held back a slight wince before tapping the bar, making the guy know he needed a refill. The bartender raised an eyebrow but he complied, it was his job after all and the guy before him wasn't drunk so he could make his own decisions. "You might want to take it slow" he said with a shrug before walking away. Heath shook his head, maybe he should. Nothing was catching his attention and Heath was keeping his eyes locked on the drink; his fingers softly caressing the glass as he tried his best to actually bring his spirit high. If he couldn't remember who he was then maybe he should just start looking for himself, he should be someone knew and if people didn't like him then he assumed that was just though luck. He wished he could remember them; he wished that every single day for they all seemed like nice people but by the end of the day he couldn't and he might as well learn that it was going to stay that way. His mind was torn between thinking about the life he had forgotten or the life he did recall which was filled with horror and decay. He didn't regret his job decision, not one bit but he did regretted the outcome. The people he remember were dead, the ones he saw was ghosts were alive. It seemed so upside down, so Alice in wonderland ish. So, twilight zone. He wanted out, he wanted to run back through the looking glass and head to a place where things were right and made sense. A childish thought but even so. © melly welly from caution 2.0 | LYRICS BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE OUTFIT: HERE | --- WORDS | NOTES:Cor should make him happy! |
