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This is my story about Jon Davis...Yeah...I was kinda angry. And I had to write it for my creative writing class at skewl. So yeah....Please comment and give advice, since the ******** at ADFF wouldn't. scream


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I just wanna live again




A light bulb swayed from side to side. Back and forth. Side to side. A man of about thirty-four years old, sat on an old wooden chair. The red paint was chipped and scuffed. He sat in the middle of a dark room; with no windows, no pictures and no doors. Nothing but the swaying light bulb and the red wooden chair. He sat hunched over, his black dread locks hanging down to his knee caps. His shirtless back revealed old scars and new wounds. He wore black torn jeans and black steel-toe boots. His arms rested tensely on his thighs.

He also held a wooden hand mirror in his right hand. He lifted it up, then stared into the looking glass. He saw nothing. Nothing but pitch black darkness. Why? Because where his eyes should be, are just bleeding pits. His eyeballs had been ripped from their sockets. He had fourteen bloody stiches across his forehead and six stitches on his nose. He tried to speak but thirty-five stitches kept his mout tightly shut.

Suddenly, he dropped the mirror. It shattered into bits. He fell from the chair, his battered body thumping against the concrete ground. His body began contracting. He whimpered and raked his nails across the cement. He tried to scream, but only caused more agony. Pain jolted through his entire body. He groaned loudly. The pain became unbearable. He screamed hard, ripping open his mouth and the stitches that were attached. The blood poured from his mouth like a waterfall; creating a pool of red surrounding him.

The broken shards from the mirror stabbed and cut into his torso. He again attempted to scream, but was silenced by his own blood. It clogged his throat, causing him to choke. He tried coughing it up. Blood splattered across the room. He inhaled blood, trying desperately to breath. He turned over to face the ceiling. He began slamming his fist onto his stomach. He whimpered, still trying to get the blood out of his throat.

His screams of agony filled the room. He thrashed and beat himself senseless. He cried out, "SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE HELP ME!" He listened for someone to come to his rescue. No one came. His sobs grew louder each agonizing moment. His body managed to calm down. He searched blindly for a sharp piece of glass. He sniffled and raised one wrist to the razor sharp shard. Then slowly dragged it across his skin. Slicing open his vein. Then he proceeded to cut his other wrist.

While he waited for death to come and take him away, he sang. "I hurt so bad inside! I wish you could see the world through my eyes!" He gasped. "This pain is the same..." His breath hitched and slowed down. Death was lingering near. He could sense it very close. A sob escaped from his soul. His lips quivered and parted, and he took his last breath. "I just wanna live again." Then his heartbeat slowed, and he died.

"Jon." Jon jolted and his eyes shot open. He stared straight into his lovers eyes. "Serj." He sat up and glanced around. He noticed that he could see, and that he was in his bed. He stared at the other man. Serj's brown curly locks hung in his face, and his deep brown eyes stared back in confusion.

"But-how?" He asked aloud.

"But how, what?"

A smile stretched across Jon's face. 'It was just a dream!' He thought to himself. 'Im alive!' Jon began laughing. Serj stared blankly at Jon. "What's so funny?" Jon couldn't stop laughing. "Jon, what's the matter with you?" Serj became concerned about him. Jon's laugh became manic and a look of insanity gleamed in his light brown eyes. "Jon seriously, what's wrong?"

"I don't know!" Jon chuckled.

"You've lost it, eh?"

"Yes...Yes I have."

Serj stared harder at him. Jon grinned wickedly at Serj. "And the funny part is...I had no eyes!" Serj's confusion had become even worse. "And my lips ripped off and-" He panted for air, "and-and-ha-and then I cut my wrists!"

Serj's eyes widened. He knew Jon had issues, but this was pure insanity! "Jon." he muttered. Jon's manic laughter spiraled out of control. "Jon!" Serj called. Jon continued laughing. "JON!" Serj screamed, grasping Jon's shoulders. "Look at me Jon!" Tears fell from his eyes. "It was a dream, Jon. Just a dream!" Serj pulled Jon close and held him tight.

Jon's giggles faded and his smile melted away. "Im not crazy." Jon sobbed, resting his head on Serj's chest. Serj stroked Jon's hair and laid him down. Jon cuddled in close. "Don't let me go..." Jon whispered. "I wont baby." Serj replied, then he kissed Jon tenderly. Jon's eyes fluttered shut. Serj stroked Jon's face with his fingers. As a few last tears caressed down Jon's cheek he whispered, "I just wanna live again."