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Rock Bottom; A work in progress
Topic Started: Mar 11 2010, 03:09 PM (85 Views)
Epsilon Andromedae
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So Rock Bottom feels like cold steel.

He adjusted his grip, letting the barrel of the gun rest lightly on his forehead, the metal sending shockwaves of cold across his mind and body.

This is the last sensation of millions.

No, he knew that wasn’t true. He knew that last sensation was probably the enormous effort it would take to pull the trigger. He rested his finger lightly there, savoring the flavors of the moment.

No Control.

The door opened, and a bag dropped to the floor.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Don’t worry, its not loaded.” He said sullenly, gesturing to the magazine resting on the table.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” His sister repeated. “JESUS! What the fuck are you thinking?”

“Its nothing, don’t worry about it. What do you think, I was gonna kill myself?”

“You had a GUN to your head.”

“Its just one of those things.”

He knew that explanation wouldn’t fly. He used that to explain all of his quirks. It wasn’t that he was suicidal—he wasn’t—it was just that he realized that he had never experienced the sensation of a gun to the head, so he wanted to try it out.

“One of what things?” she said, maneuvering expertly through the fog of his conscience.

“One of those things that I don’t like to explain because you wouldn’t understand.” He replied with selective honesty.

“Try me.”

“No.”

“why?”

“Because I just need to get over it. Its not a big deal.”

“Is it another girl?”

The color ‘red’ comes to mind.

“No.”

“Raaaaaand.” She latched on to the hesitation, and prepared to hit home.

“Look, just leave me alone, please. I’ll be fine, I’m just weird.”

She gave a disappointing glare, and gathered her new clothes which she dropped upon entering. That meant that Mom and Dad would hear about it later.

No Control.

He went to his room.
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The series of events that brought Rand Roland to live with his younger sister, he would describe, as the Divine Comedy.

He started off his adult life bursting with potential, with high hopes and even higher expectations. He attended a high-end college, where he achieved mediocre grades, and ultimately got kicked out after entering a rage about his Economics final at the end of his Junior Year. He subsequently lost his job, his girlfriend, and sought shelter in the humble abode of his sister—two years his junior—who previously in life had been the one causing all the drama.

Rand began mediocre work, interning at a bank, while pursuing his hobby of reading the news and being angry about it. It was this which gave him the epiphany, his mantra that he now sought to change. No Control was how he defined his life: He was shuffled from one place to the other, and the world around him. His dream, he would say, would be to affect change at some level of the universe, to solve one problem that he saw, and he would be happy.

He wasn’t having very much luck.

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((This is an idea i had that i can forsee actually going somewhere, as opposed to all my other unfinished concepts. what do you guys think?))
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