Eyes stretched to its biggest, I pushed the soft white pillow harder, accentuating the big lump in its stomach in the middle. A pair of tanned hands clawed at my own pale ones, desperate for me to stop, begging me, groveling beneath me.

But no. I'm not going to stop.

No.

Never. He's going to stay there, he's going to linger there, lie down there and struggle with whatever he has, I don't care. I just want him dead. I just want him to die. He's going to pay. He is paying right now. For the scars that he had created. For the pain that he had inflicted.

For the emotions, that he had just killed with his own, bare hands.

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Heyyo ;3 today basically passed normally in it's usual straight, saturday line. Slept in today until about 12 I think? Then com-ed until now. I have an urge to play playstation all of a sudden ;o Oh oh miracle happened. It friggin RAINED ;O Happy happy and it's so much friggin cooler now ;D