A headache
That's what I wake up with most days.
And on the days that I don't, I usually wake up with overwhelming dread, wondering if I'll die today and how it will happen.
Death isn't a sensitive topic to our lives here in Redwood. In fact, we all die on a regular basis. There's something wrong with this place, this town. It's cursed us, causing us to die these horrid gruesome deaths, only to wake up the next morning as good as new, forced to die again in the most painful of ways. It's a sick and twisted way to live, if you can even call it that
Sometimes I feel completely detached from the rest of the world, as if he was viewing the world from outside of his body. These little moments never lasted long and he usually felt normal shortly after but it drives me up the wall. It makes me wonder if I'm really me, if there's something wrong with me. What am I saying? There's something wrong with everyone in this godforsaken town.
I bet some people think I'm overreacting, about all of this. Those people haven't had a fucking spring shot right through their chest. They haven't drowned in scalding hot water. They haven't been dragged through a meat grinder by their tail. And honestly? I'm sick of it all.
I'm just tired of all of this. Maybe a drink will make me feel better, make these thoughts disappear. So he was going to do what he did almost every night and drown his emotions in alcohol.
He drags himself out of his small bed, rummaging through his bedside drawer as the lightbulb in his bedroom flickers. Where was his ID? He was sure that he put it there last. There it is. He takes a a quick skim over it to make sure it's his. Last week, Zappy decided it would be funny to replace it with a fake one. Name, Shapey Chester Nutt. Who the hell names their child that? It's like naming them Elmo or Magnificent or something. Whatever. I grab my keys and stop dead in my tracks before I even reach the door, remembering yesterday's little "incident".
Maybe I should walk today.
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Our Happy Town
RandomThere's a very thin line on the planes of life and death, and there are those that tread on it ⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ READ THIS BEFORE STARTING THE STORY: This story is not for children and might have some sensitive topics. There will be graphic depictions...
