random boredom induced flash

[lilismamadez]

...I stood as still as I could manage. I was afraid. Afraid to breath. Afraid that I was going to lose control. Afraid someone could hear me shaking. I was sweating fear. I've heard people say that fear has a smell. I couldn't stand to think anymore, so I shut down. I felt my mind snap shut. I was consumed by the image of darkness. Reboot. Funny how a moment's rest speeds things along. I slowly lifted my head, and opened my eyes. I could feel my senses sharpening as all the synapses in my mind began firing again. Mechanic. Biology conquered. I felt a grin threatening. But why should I be afraid? Maybe it wasn't the time to be cocky, but I was...
 
I find myself lying under the stars, cold and wet. I am covered in blood. I am intrigued by the fact that something so hot and delicious can so easlity become chilling and, quite frankly, disgusting. I have got to get out of here. I hear foot steps rushing up stair. Shuffling. Frightened. Why do men choose life styles that sicken them? I feel so thick, so satiated. I can hardly move, but I have to go. With a rustling of tulle, the sickening sound of coagulation beneath my heels, and a quick hand across the mouth, I drag myself into a jog towards the edge of the building...
 
... foot steps echo against marble walls. I am perfectly aware that all eyes are on me. Clop clop clop. It was apparently not such a bright idea to wear pumps. Did I think that if I was taller and cleaner in appearance somehow death would look away? I'd made a pact with the devil, and indulged in his offerings to me. Mortality, oddly enough, has no concept of it's own fragility, and death, at the time, had seemed like a myth. The kind of thing that touches the sick, the weak, and the unfortunate. How could I put myself into one of those desciptive tombs?
 
... red fingernails scraping ever so gently along smooth, clear crystal. She turned her black eyes to me, and from under her atrocity of a veil, she whispered to me, "have you come to finally see me off? I have been waiting for you to come. I have things to attend to." All things considered, I hadn't even wanted to be here. How could I possibly have been expected to show up for something I hadn't until only a few hours before resolved to attempt? I eyed a collection of skulls, feathers, and skins. "Trophies. You have no sense of proper mannerism, do you?" She heaved a frustrated sigh and sat up in her worn red velvet throne of a seat, and pressed her crystal ball into a warm waxy candle, eliminating it's flames. Bony fingers pressed against polished cherry wood and slid towards me. I cringed