Anthony

Whispers… They haunt me. I isolate myself from my room by cowering in the corner. They keep me from being alone. I do not know what they want from me. I really don’t have much left anyways. Today I longer can stand its torment, so I pull out my gun and I decide to end my nightmare. I have practiced this routine too many times that it doesn’t mean anything to me anymore. But, today I have the courage. I hesitate, and I pull the trigger. “Bam!” A deafening noise echoes in my ear. Blood splatters on the wall. I start screaming and I flail my arms wildly hoping to mitigate the pain. I have underestimated my aim with guns and have accidently shot through my cheek. "@#%$!" I cussed out loud, even though there was nobody to hear my agony. Blood gushes out my mouth. I attempt to lick it, thinking that saliva can stop it from bleeding. Judging from the size of the wound, saliva would not help. “Kevin! What was that?” Before I get to reply to tell her to shut up, she rushes in the room. “I told you that pistol was an artifact. It no longer works properly. Look at you. I better call the hospital.” I’m surprised that she’s not panicking. Since this is not my first attempt. Wooziness starts to fade in and my legs begin to tremble to the loss of blood. I faint. The next day I wake up in the hospital. Looks like it’s another week of therapy session and two hours of lecture with my parents again. My life is average.

Photo prompt http://www.flickr.com/photos/hectore/4094163201/ This person somehow reminds me of the protagonist in GTA4. GTA4 is the top-selling game on PS3 and is very violent yet realistic. I like GTA4. The person in the photograph seems to be experiencing constipation. Constipation is an condition you can experience when releasing large amount of wastes. Usually it results in stiff faces. I don't like constipation.

Poem Constipation Gathers concentration Takes alot of action Done in your mansion...