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Awesome Title - Because I suck at creativity. |
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All the lights were off. The TV was flickering in front of me, going on and on about useless drabble that nobody needs, but somehow everyone wants. I wasn't paying attention. Why would I have been? I was too busy worrying about my life and where it was going. I looked back on my life and realized: what have I ever done?
I thought my art was crap, because everyone else seemed to think it was. As I thought to myself I realized it was crap. What had I ever done to deserve the title of a special artist? Nothing, that's what, I didn't know what to do. When it came to ideas, I was only ever creative when it came to helping others, and I could never work up the courage to ask somebody for help. I had too much pride.
What could I do? I thought as a figure sat beside me, staring at the TV mindlessly. I can't think. My head's too full of thoughts about how much I... I finally noticed who was beside me. It wasn't anybody. I looked, and there was nothing. I faced forward, and I could see a black shape out of the corner of my eye. I decided to relocate because I didn't feel like being creeped out at the moment.
Pulling the covers over my head, I sat on the corner of my bed, looking out through my window. I hadn't noticed that it was raining, let alone the fact that there were gale force winds smacking a tree branch on my window. A quick bolt of lightning fixed that problem, though. It sounded like fizzing outside.
I closed my eyes and daydreamed, drifting off into a light sleep. I tried to let ideas come to me, but there were none. My mind was like the snow on a TV. There was something there, but I didn't know what it was, I couldn't find it through all the grey.
My eyes popped open as I heard something dull thud on the floor. It might've been a book or something, but I remembered that I was alone. It was in the doorway. This time, it wasn't black, but a navy blue colour. A lightning bolt illuminated its horrifying figure - which was a stuffed teddy bear. I sighed and threw it into my closet. I didn't want it to scare me anymore.
Then I thought, how did that get there in the first place? Wasn't the teddy... pink? Shuddering, I covered my head with blankets as I heard laughing coming closer to me. It sounded... mischievous, at best. I tried not to show fear, but that was hard considering I was shaking like a vibrating chair. The covers, my only protection, were whipped off me, and I looked up.
A warm, gentle face stared at me, but it didn't. It was there, but it wasn't. I could see it, almost reach out and touch it... but it didn't exist. It wasn't like what I was expecting. All these conflicting thoughts made me over-think and I passed out.
 Kagenagaru · Fri Mar 26, 2010 @ 04:34am · 1 Comments |
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