Feb 6, 2014
Dancing With Myself ll War & Open.
War had wondered around his flat high as a kite. He hadn't really been sane since he'd well...lost it. His son was there. He'd killed his sister. What was he even doing anymore? Oh look! A spoon!
He had been like that for a few days. Hours? Was it weeks? He shook his head but didn't care. Wandering down the call he felt...hot all of a sudden. He managed to strip off his shirt but couldn't get his pants off. "What are these blasted things?! Why are they glued onto me!?"