Status: I don't have my desk top, so it's hard to push this story out. Expect an update this weekend! (11/13)<3
Walking Travesty
He repeated himself, backtracked his steps and made sure that everything was in its proper place. Odd numbers drove him nuts, but kept his mind at bay with footing, tapping or knocking.
He sheltered himself from the world the best he could, only letting very few in on his inside life. He was scared of death—the possibilities of what fear brought on.
Note: This idea came to my head today in algebra two. I forget what exactly brought it on, but please do not steal. I don’t own The Maine, but I do own the plot.
©Rissa—September 21, 2010
He sheltered himself from the world the best he could, only letting very few in on his inside life. He was scared of death—the possibilities of what fear brought on.
Note: This idea came to my head today in algebra two. I forget what exactly brought it on, but please do not steal. I don’t own The Maine, but I do own the plot.
©Rissa—September 21, 2010