Burn my Eyes [phan]

chapter 1

~dan~

drip drip drip

i was sat underneath the creaking lamppost, swaying side to side like the trees through the wind. the wind roared down the street, through the towering houses that creeped over the road, blocking the faint moonlight from hitting the streets.

i was sat under the lamppost, watching as the growing time tripped down the drain along with the storming rain. i could hear the rain gushing down the street, the strings of waves crashing into the gutter.

i was sat under the lamppost, but i wasn't supposed to be there. i had places to be, to live, to have fun, yet i sat under the swaying lamppost.

i could watch time fly by for ages, watch as the moving city swiftly ran past me. many people snarled at me, others didn't acknowledge my existence, until what then i'd call tomorrow.

i had my eyes set of the flickering light ahead on the other side of the street, blinking when drops of soft rain flew into my irises. i felt very tired, but i knew that sleep wouldn't be able to heal the exhaustion in my stomach. i had a hunger lingering in my stomach that couldn't be tamed by food. i had a thirst in my stomach that couldn't be quenched with water. my stomach is a needy bitch sometimes.

my stomach craved for a different type of food, sleep and water. i craved love. i was a hopeless romantic, leaping into the arms of deadly eyed men just because they said they liked my smile, just to be thrown away like garbage. i couldn't help myself, i was an attention seeker, i wanted someone to call my own, and it seemed love was taking too long.

ha, the irony.

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rain wasn't the best weather to sleep in outside, but there was nothing i could do, i was homeless, i had no shelter. the rain stopped overnight but my outfit was saturated from the past storm. the smell of wet concrete lingered into my nose, a scent i'm used to by now. it always rains in london.

it was a assiduously busy morning and the trampling footsteps of the near-byers shook the ground as they trotted to the same destination. the men and women power walking past in formal uniforms looked like robots, giving into command to the leader. i don't understand that, i have never.

i would never think i'll be able to understand the robotic human activities like go to work and feed the dog and care about the children over and over for the rest of my empty, dying life. i never have. that's why i'm spending the rest of my gloomy years watching as the world plays by, ignoring my plain existence as it moves the humans around like chess pieces.

i'm not saying all humans are plagued by this disease, yet i'm saying there are little who are. i have many friends, even though i'm not the social one, who aren't regurgitating the same things day in and day out.

there's tyler, he's a charmer. instead of following his parents' corrupting dreams of him being a doctor, he followed his own dreams to become a guitarist. his parents snarled at his childish dreams and forced him into medical school, but through that he met a teacher who liked to play drums and created the school band, and soon to make their own.

there was also gerard. he was once a workaholic until he lost his job and found himself with me, homeless and helpless. we talked a lot about our problems and he was my best friend at that time. it was until he fell sick and was taken care by a sweet passer by, then had a life together as roommates. i was forgotten by him seconds later, his new friend was better than me.

lastly, there was liam. liam feiler. he was the best person i met. his eyes were made of glimmering coal and his hands were created from the soft silk, but his personality wasn't as soft. i was in a sickening relationship with him, doing all the cheesy things that all sophomore prom dates do. it was until one night... that's gone past.

i was awaking from my swirling pit of thoughts when my hand that sat next to my hip was stood on, scorching a red hot pain through my fingers. i yelped angrily, shooting my hand up to my lips and the person who stood in my fingers tripped on top of my lap. the sudden heaviness in my lower body made me cough in pain, grabbing my stomach.

"oh my gosh, gosh gosh i'm so so sorry mate," the tall, raven haired man on my lap scrawled up to his knees to have a better look at me, and if i was hurt. i was quite hurt but when i looked into his icy blue yellow eyes, the pain fluttered to a soft sensation in my heart. he was terribly handsome.

do you believe in love at first sight? i definitely do. his eyes were like the moons, beaming with damp colours of blue, yellow and hints of forest green. his face was occupied with small dark spots. he was beautiful, more beautiful than anyone else i had seen.

"you look cold, how can you sleep in the rain?" the man exclaimed, he was obviously older than me, even though i was visibly taller. he had a rich bubbly voice, and his face moved with emotion when he talked to me.

"do you need any help, any spare clothes? c'mon i'll drag ya to my place,"

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i actually like this and might continue ???