Bored, Trevor started to focus on the
problems with pressure in his head. It wasn't so much like a vice,
but a metal band slowly squeezing inside his skill.
The doctor couldn't find anything,
gave him a placebo, and sent him home. The pills didn't help with
the pressure, or the visions. But at least it got him out of the
house, and gave him something to tell people in the forum.
Eventually, he learned to live with
it, just like the ringing ears, aching jaw, and vertigo.
It was something he could deal with
until the last day when he was on a rare trip outside, and right
there on the sidewalk his head imploded.
Those nearby only heard the sound of
grinding bone and splatting blood.
A crowd slowly formed around the
sprawled body of Trevor, his headless neck spurting brown blood onto
the dirty sidewalk.
This was amazing. I loved it, really. Very dramatic. Silly but dramatic. An active imagination helps. An applause for you, sir.
ReplyDeleteWell damn, how'd his blood get so dehydrated so fast? (O.O)
ReplyDeleteYEOWCH! What was that?
ReplyDeleteGhosts, I tell you.
wow haha
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