Random Writing Practices

I want to

I stared at him, glancing at every movement he made as he got closer, becoming more visible step that they took.

I stayed put; unmoving, my eyes fixed on him growing near. Several many thoughts ran threw my mind, all different kinds of questions and none answers.

My eyebrows furrowed together slightly while a small bead of sweat dripped down the side of my face, falling to the ground shortly after. Whats going on?

Why, am I shaking?

I can feel my hands and legs quiver, forcing my breathes to be more steady.

Not long later of him walking, his glaze finally met mine as he paused his walking, some feet awat. His eyes grew wide as he continued to stare, almost studying me.

He sees me, he knows I'm here.

...

"...Alex..?"

A voice filled the silent void, beaming from the figure in front of me. His eyes softened while he looked at me.

It's been so long since I've heard that voice, so long since my name has left his mouth. It felt weird, almost as of he was referencing anyone other than me right then. I swallowed hardly as I held my stare towards him.

My brain fogged up with more noise and questions, signals being sent one direction and another telling me what I should do or what I shouldn't. But I didnt do anything.

I stayed put.

He began to move again, kicking his feet against the floor and started to jog to where I was. "Oh Alex.. it's really you!" A small smile formed on his face as he got closer, His hair pushed back slightly due to the wind was hitting him. Barley 20 ft away from where I stood, he suddenly came to a stop. "Its been, so long.." he breathed, hands resting at his side.

More signals blared in my mind, screaming at me in all sorts of which ways. What's happening? Hes no where near me, but I feel so.. not good?

My eyes felt strained looking at him for so long, unsure of the last time I've blinked since he arrived.

"You look well..Alex. Where have you been?"

Where have I been?

Where have I been?

I haven't left, not once. I never stepped a foot out from here since he left. I've been stuck here, trapped in quicksand since then. He knows that himself, why did he ask that when he knows where I have been?

More silence filled the void again.

Hes alive.

Hes healthy and alive.

Alive and kicking.

My gaze weakened, blinking slowly at him. I haven't heard from or even seen him in a long time, and now hes here. Hes back, standing right in front of me right now.

I've been worrying about him for days on end and here he is. Perfect and in tact.

I was glad.

I felt a weight, slowly being pulled from me. All of the waiting and hoping, he is okay.

...

Then memories

Memories from the past came crashing like huge heavy waves in an ocean, inside my mind.

The old thoughts and feeling I would think of and feel played in my mind, sending it into more of a panic.

All of the things hes done, all of the things he's said. Everything he lied about, everything told. It all came back in the blink of an eye.

The happy sweet memories I had with him, ones I could cherish was washed away with all the things that was said behind my back when I didnt know. How he played and controlled everyone like puppets on a string, and hurt them mentally.

The questions in my mind grew louder with every passing memory, trying to find an answer but unsuccessful everytime.

He hurts and breaks everything he touches, blackmail and force people to do terrible things, lie and control all of the people that consider him a friend. Says things about me to others when I hand no idea? Leave me hurt and alone, disappearing for so long that I didn't even know if he was alive or not, and then just appearing out of the blue, and trying to start up a conversation like he has never done a thing wrong? He knows what hes done. I know he knows what he has done not only to me but to others. The fact that he alone had completely altered everyone's lives with his actions, and still has the audacity to even show his face around here at all is amazing.

My hands started to shake more as I balled them both up into a fist, leaving them down at my sides. Hes here right now, with the knowledge of every terrible thing that he had done for several months on end, driving people to a state of mind where they dont want to live anymore. He called out my name and is trying to to start a conversation? He has to be kidding, there has to be a joke or a punchline somewhere. He can't be serious can he?

"Hey.. Alex?"

"Hey are you alri-"

...

It happend so fast. Me hovering over them as his back hit the floor.

I didn't even feel myself do it, but I just did. I felt a pull on my body and just like that I made an action with out realizing it. Every thing in my head a stopped at that moment, the noise dying down just to one single question.

Why?

edit(9/24) WHY DID WE EAT THAT UPPPP OH MY GOD.