She was dozing in the only available chair in the room. Cracked brown leather that sticks to your skin in the summer. Too cold to sit on in the winter. But just right when you're the only one too tired involve yourself in the loud chaos of a party. She refused to let herself fall asleep and kept awake by lighting a cigarette and drinking a shot. The burning alcohol should have kept her awake for at least a little while but she let her eyes close and soon enough she woke up what seemed like hours later. The atmosphere of the room was different, calmer. She opened her eyes, dazed and looked around. There were people draped all over the place. S
The man saw everyone pointing a gun at him. All of them angry at what he had done. All with accusing eyes and hostile hands. That's what he saw. What everyone outside saw was one man holding a gun to his temple. He took a drag from his tragic cigarette. His eyes widened and he threw it to the ground and stomped on it with disgust. 'Poison.' He whispered. As if he could taste arsenic on his breath. This was not a suicide, this was a murder. To him at least.
'MURDERERS!' He screamed at them all. No one moved an inch as he stepped closer to them and looked deep into their eyes. Searching for a soul. No one here has a soul. They are all dead on
She was dozing in the only available chair in the room. Cracked brown leather that sticks to your skin in the summer. Too cold to sit on in the winter. But just right when you're the only one too tired involve yourself in the loud chaos of a party. She refused to let herself fall asleep and kept awake by lighting a cigarette and drinking a shot. The burning alcohol should have kept her awake for at least a little while but she let her eyes close and soon enough she woke up what seemed like hours later. The atmosphere of the room was different, calmer. She opened her eyes, dazed and looked around. There were people draped all over the place. S
