This is story.
This is being written backwards.
This will be written as I please, when I please.
It is based off of this song, and include elements of other songs on that song's album.
Tl ; dr? F*** off.
Read and comment. I'd appreciate it.
This is being written backwards.
This will be written as I please, when I please.
It is based off of this song, and include elements of other songs on that song's album.
Tl ; dr? F*** off.
Read and comment. I'd appreciate it.
I quickly ran out the door, making sure the slammed it shut. It’ll stop them, or at least for a few seconds. I needed all the time in the world to make this escape. I jump the stairs and turn for the alley.
“s***. s***. s***!!” I yelled, not because I meant it. It was forced out of me. They sent a helicopter. They wanted me, and they wanted me badly. I was too busy trying to avoid the burning light of it, using the night as a shield and the alley as an escape. I was in too much panic, that even the thought of ‘What did I do?’ couldn’t grasp through my mind.
The alley splits, and it was wide open. I quickly duck behind a wet garbage bin, hoping that they didn’t come from the rear. The helicopter flies over, shining it’s light down in-between the buildings. I cover my head. The seconds it looked seemed like minutes, going by at half the speed. I look up, it’s gone.
And here is where the story ends. I wanted to break free of this. I wanted my freedom back, which I had lost, due to love, due to hysteria, due to foolishness. Whatever I did, I deserved it. I knew deep down, that there was no escape. There was nowhere to hide. So my story will end with a struggle and a message.
It became dead silent in the alley. No distant yells of the police. I see this as an opportunity. I run through the alley, as fast as I could. I run wherever, having a hope full of nothing. Eventually, I stop. A fence was blocking my path. I begin to climb, when my worst fear strikes and eventually stops everything.
The burning, painful light of the loud helicopter shines down on me, as I cling to the steel fence. I closed my eyes, I don’t know why I did. I quickly climb over, but stumble at the top, and fall to the other side.
I rolled over, I couldn’t get up. The last things I remember that night were the sounds of the blades of the helicopter, its light in my eyes where I could see nothing. And a voice. It was faint, calm and soothing. I never forget it. I never will. As my freedom vanished and my world ended, it said:
“We hope.
That you choke.
That you choke.”
“s***. s***. s***!!” I yelled, not because I meant it. It was forced out of me. They sent a helicopter. They wanted me, and they wanted me badly. I was too busy trying to avoid the burning light of it, using the night as a shield and the alley as an escape. I was in too much panic, that even the thought of ‘What did I do?’ couldn’t grasp through my mind.
The alley splits, and it was wide open. I quickly duck behind a wet garbage bin, hoping that they didn’t come from the rear. The helicopter flies over, shining it’s light down in-between the buildings. I cover my head. The seconds it looked seemed like minutes, going by at half the speed. I look up, it’s gone.
And here is where the story ends. I wanted to break free of this. I wanted my freedom back, which I had lost, due to love, due to hysteria, due to foolishness. Whatever I did, I deserved it. I knew deep down, that there was no escape. There was nowhere to hide. So my story will end with a struggle and a message.
It became dead silent in the alley. No distant yells of the police. I see this as an opportunity. I run through the alley, as fast as I could. I run wherever, having a hope full of nothing. Eventually, I stop. A fence was blocking my path. I begin to climb, when my worst fear strikes and eventually stops everything.
The burning, painful light of the loud helicopter shines down on me, as I cling to the steel fence. I closed my eyes, I don’t know why I did. I quickly climb over, but stumble at the top, and fall to the other side.
I rolled over, I couldn’t get up. The last things I remember that night were the sounds of the blades of the helicopter, its light in my eyes where I could see nothing. And a voice. It was faint, calm and soothing. I never forget it. I never will. As my freedom vanished and my world ended, it said:
“We hope.
That you choke.
That you choke.”