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sound : Baba O'Riley - The Who

[AUTHOR'S NOTE: i know this is kinda lame but it just formed while i was typing and i thought to myself "why not?"]

he wakes up with a splitting headache.... it feels like he has a jack-hammer held against the back of his head... he tries to look at the naked bulb hanging overhead... it's no use... everything's still too blurry...

he rubs his eyes and tries to look out of the window... all he sees is the empty street with garbage piled up on both side... beside him on the night-stand lie the tell-tale signs of human decadance... an empty bottle, an open pack of condoms, a few cigarette butts and a syringe...

pure white pain.... pain behind the eyes... stabbing pain...

he shuts his eyes again and presses his thumbs into his eyes to deaden the pain...

there's a smell... a sickly, sweet smell... the smell of blood.... he panics but he does not open his eyes... what happened?... he tries to think of what happened last night... no, the memories are vague... he sees bits and pieces...

car... club... girl... dancing... drinks... the drive to the motel...

GIRL!!

he opens his eyes and sees the girl... bloody... a thousand cuts on her face.... her hair matted with dry blood... her eyelids cut off, she stares up at the ceiling... he looks down on the floor... a bloody knife...

"oh god... not again..."

he gets off the bed, kneels down and starts to pray...

peacerespectempathy