Small Talks

Who is he?

I groggily sit upright since my eyes have been open for half an hour

Dim light shines in the room, tinted by the grey translucent drapes gifted to me because of my disinterest in leaving the house

There's no point in grey drapes, when all the color is now faded

I look over to my alarm clock that's seated on the coffee table placed next to my bed

There's no time... 

''Should've paid your electricity bill,'' he says to me softly.

''I know,'' I replied.

''It's your fault,'' he whispers again, brushing my hair back.

''Yeah,'' I breathe out.

I plop backwards and stare at the ceiling

''You're not even going to try to get up?'' he asks, staring me in the eyes.

''Nope,'' I respond.

''Pitiful,'' he chuckles.

He chortles, and he giggles, and he snorts.

I blink slowly and breathe emptily-

''What day is it?'' I ask.

''Why does it matter to you, anyways?'' He laughs.

''I don't know.''

''You're not even going to get up, '' He murmurs with a grin.

Time passes and I'm still in the same position

''You have to pee,'' He snaps.

''It can wait,'' I respond.

''You're an idiot,'' He glares.

''Will it even hurt me?'' I respond hastily. ''Do you even care?'' I add.

''No,'' he chortles, ''I don't care; if it hurts you, good riddance''.

''Okay,'' I answer nonchalantly.

He floats delicately

Always in the same position

Hovering over me, watching my every movement

I've given up; I don't even care enough to control myself

So he controls me everyday

It's his fault that my family is worried

It's his fault that I got expelled from school

It's his fault that I crave the sweet escape of death

But I don't

Care

Author's Note

Correct any punctuation errors I have

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[DarkArtz 0703]

It's his fault that my family is worried

It's his fault that I got expelled from school

It's his fault that I crave the sweet escape of death

But I don't

Care

I LOVE these lines... and dito I can relate