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10 December 2009 @ 03:21 pm
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“Hell found me”


Alex stared at the monotonous blinking light on the screen; his eyes fixed on the words that seemed to get heavier every time he sees it. So, what now, he thought. Love, Alex? He let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his chair away from his laptop. Tilting his head back he closes his eyes, giving them the rest that they desperately needed. It stung, but the pain soon subsided.

He didn’t know how what time it was; his room was always dark - except from the light generated from the screen - that it is almost impossible to separate night from day. He had a window, but the heavy drapes cut off all the sunlight and they have never been pulled for years.

He got off from his seat and went to the adjoining bathroom. He took out a drinking glass from the medicine cabinet and put it under the tap. He turned it and watched the water flow freely into the glass. There was something strangely calming about water that Alex couldn’t quite put his finger on, so he just kept on watching. It was dark here too, but there was nothing interesting to see anyway. He turned off the tap just as the water was overflowing and it all went silent.

He took the glass back with him into his room and with his other hand pushed his chair back in front of the laptop and sat down. He put the glass on the table next to his Bible and typed in the rest of his message:




“Hell found me”



Love,
Alex.