I suppose in most cases it's easier to try to let go of the things that happen to te instead of having them linger in the back of your mind. But it never is easy to forgive and accept is it?. Most stories go the same, traumatizing things happen to you, te lose something dear to you, o te feel pity for yourself and people te care about around you. te may wonder do I have a pity for others? Sadly I don't feel that way towards many people nowadays, Do I pity myself?, I feel as if I've done that too much for it to matter anymore.
A sigh escaped my lips as I made my way down a dim lighted strada, via of Gotham. Once you're exposed to the things that are frightening I wonder if the fear truly goes away o te learn how to deal with it because that's all te really can do. My eyes glanced to a woman sitting on the strada, via wearing tore up clothes and a scarf to attempt to keep away the bite of the wind. A siloutted figure with deep red eyes stared up at me beside the woman and hissed as I walked by. The weird part was it didn't seem frightening to me anymore, somehow....Normal.
You're really going to just keep walking past it as if it isn't bothering you?
A voice much like my own spoke to me as if it were just me talking to myself, the only problem was I knew it wasn't and had grown used to the fact that it was suppost to happen like that. That I couldn't think on my own anymore.
Are te even listening to me
I didn't respomd as I continued walking down the wide sidewalk as cars drove past. I knew he didn't like it when I ignored him but it was enough for him to hear and see the thoughts in my head, he didn't have to know what I had to say because he already would. I couldn't really feel the feelings any normal person would, because if I did he would punish me with my own thoughts o yell at me inside my own head where theres no end to it. The only thing I could completely rely on was if I didn't think most of the time he wouldn't know what was happening. Which explains the piercings, the spacers, the drugs, the cigarettes, No thought what so ever.
Sure I may just look like a troubled guy but when I constantly have a war of controlling my own thoughts go on giorno after giorno inside my head it's hard not to be.
listen to me when I'm talking to you
A faint voice growled in my head but I chose to pay no attention to his words, I wasn't scared of him not anymore I wanted to teach myself not to be scared of what he can do.
"Now hold still Emmerson this will just sting a little" the doctor detto as he slipped two devices I had no idea what were into water beside me, I had no real desire to know what they were going to do and what the doctor had in mind.
I tried to scream out but no sound came out, I knew no one could hear me and no one would save me.
"Hold still" the doctor repeated stepping towards me.
But there was no way I was listening these people were sick, there was no way I wasn't going to struggle I wanted to get the hell out of here. I wanted the hell out.
"Get away from me!" I managed to let out but was held down da two strong men wearing all white while a third tied a cloth over my mouth preventing me from speaking anymore.
I continued to struggle as my welled up tears began to blur my vision of the florencent light shinning above me. I wanted to go home I wanted to be normal, but the closer the doctor came to me with those things the più I thought. What was normal?.
The doctor placed those disk like things on each side of my head and clicked on the switches on both of them sending a sharp shock through my entire body.
I arched and gasped from the pain as tears poured down my cheeks, I hated it here, it was all his fault.
The doctors and nurses were turned away reviewing my stats on the computer as I glanced over to the corner of the room the see him leaned up against the bacheca with his arms crossed, staring at me with those smug red eyes of his that taunted me from the very beginning of all of this.
I tightly shut my eyes, I didn't want to let the past hurt me più than it should.
But how much longer could I keep this up, I felt trapped. I had no escape from my mind especially while Nosremme controlled what I remembered and twisted it into his own way of getting to me.
"Emmerson" My eyes snapped open as I glanced at the purple headed girl that stood infront of me.
"Are te okay?" Anya asked.
I smiled, I was now.
"Yeah, why?" I let out a deep sigh as we stood facing each other on the sidewalk.
"You just look like you're overthinking...and it worries me sometimes" she muttered.
The smile still was on my face, " when am I not?".
The loss and wonder in her expression soon turned into a small smile as she laughed a bit, she hugged me wrapping her arms around te tightly.
" How do te do that?" she breathed out.
"Do what?"
"Take away the bad I feel in the atmosphere, clear the sadness in situations... and even più how te keep your composure, I never know how you're able to do that" she said.
" I have a little help" I smiled pulling back from the hug as I ruffled the superiore, in alto of her head smirking, " Now how about a ice cream?" I added changing the subject as I pulled her to my side with my arm around her as we walked together.
"What do te mean da help?" She looked up at me as I glanced down at her.
I just smiled smugly, she didn't need to know the details now, someday but not now.
Realizing that she wasn't going to get an immeadiate response from me she whined with pleading viola eyes, " Emmersonnnnnnnnnn"
I learned that maybe all this happened for a reason, if this didn't happen then I wouldn't have met Anya. and wouldn't have realized that even if te lose hope in society these days there's always that one person who stands out and helps te get through it.
(( MERRRH IS THIS OKAY!? I NEVER WRITE ANYMORE SO IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS. I'll sum this up just to be sure te get it, so Emmerson is all like merh why did this happen to me WHEBDUFYJHEGDUIYWGR and then he realizes Anya means so much and is really the only who accepted him for him. And that's what he needed, he needed Anya :3 CAMMY IM SORRY IF THIS ONE SHOT IS SHITTY. It's like Emmersons bio / Emya One-shot so I thought hmmm I'll mix it in one. anyways hope te guys liked it and commento what te thought THANNNKKKKKSSSS))
A sigh escaped my lips as I made my way down a dim lighted strada, via of Gotham. Once you're exposed to the things that are frightening I wonder if the fear truly goes away o te learn how to deal with it because that's all te really can do. My eyes glanced to a woman sitting on the strada, via wearing tore up clothes and a scarf to attempt to keep away the bite of the wind. A siloutted figure with deep red eyes stared up at me beside the woman and hissed as I walked by. The weird part was it didn't seem frightening to me anymore, somehow....Normal.
You're really going to just keep walking past it as if it isn't bothering you?
A voice much like my own spoke to me as if it were just me talking to myself, the only problem was I knew it wasn't and had grown used to the fact that it was suppost to happen like that. That I couldn't think on my own anymore.
Are te even listening to me
I didn't respomd as I continued walking down the wide sidewalk as cars drove past. I knew he didn't like it when I ignored him but it was enough for him to hear and see the thoughts in my head, he didn't have to know what I had to say because he already would. I couldn't really feel the feelings any normal person would, because if I did he would punish me with my own thoughts o yell at me inside my own head where theres no end to it. The only thing I could completely rely on was if I didn't think most of the time he wouldn't know what was happening. Which explains the piercings, the spacers, the drugs, the cigarettes, No thought what so ever.
Sure I may just look like a troubled guy but when I constantly have a war of controlling my own thoughts go on giorno after giorno inside my head it's hard not to be.
listen to me when I'm talking to you
A faint voice growled in my head but I chose to pay no attention to his words, I wasn't scared of him not anymore I wanted to teach myself not to be scared of what he can do.
"Now hold still Emmerson this will just sting a little" the doctor detto as he slipped two devices I had no idea what were into water beside me, I had no real desire to know what they were going to do and what the doctor had in mind.
I tried to scream out but no sound came out, I knew no one could hear me and no one would save me.
"Hold still" the doctor repeated stepping towards me.
But there was no way I was listening these people were sick, there was no way I wasn't going to struggle I wanted to get the hell out of here. I wanted the hell out.
"Get away from me!" I managed to let out but was held down da two strong men wearing all white while a third tied a cloth over my mouth preventing me from speaking anymore.
I continued to struggle as my welled up tears began to blur my vision of the florencent light shinning above me. I wanted to go home I wanted to be normal, but the closer the doctor came to me with those things the più I thought. What was normal?.
The doctor placed those disk like things on each side of my head and clicked on the switches on both of them sending a sharp shock through my entire body.
I arched and gasped from the pain as tears poured down my cheeks, I hated it here, it was all his fault.
The doctors and nurses were turned away reviewing my stats on the computer as I glanced over to the corner of the room the see him leaned up against the bacheca with his arms crossed, staring at me with those smug red eyes of his that taunted me from the very beginning of all of this.
I tightly shut my eyes, I didn't want to let the past hurt me più than it should.
But how much longer could I keep this up, I felt trapped. I had no escape from my mind especially while Nosremme controlled what I remembered and twisted it into his own way of getting to me.
"Emmerson" My eyes snapped open as I glanced at the purple headed girl that stood infront of me.
"Are te okay?" Anya asked.
I smiled, I was now.
"Yeah, why?" I let out a deep sigh as we stood facing each other on the sidewalk.
"You just look like you're overthinking...and it worries me sometimes" she muttered.
The smile still was on my face, " when am I not?".
The loss and wonder in her expression soon turned into a small smile as she laughed a bit, she hugged me wrapping her arms around te tightly.
" How do te do that?" she breathed out.
"Do what?"
"Take away the bad I feel in the atmosphere, clear the sadness in situations... and even più how te keep your composure, I never know how you're able to do that" she said.
" I have a little help" I smiled pulling back from the hug as I ruffled the superiore, in alto of her head smirking, " Now how about a ice cream?" I added changing the subject as I pulled her to my side with my arm around her as we walked together.
"What do te mean da help?" She looked up at me as I glanced down at her.
I just smiled smugly, she didn't need to know the details now, someday but not now.
Realizing that she wasn't going to get an immeadiate response from me she whined with pleading viola eyes, " Emmersonnnnnnnnnn"
I learned that maybe all this happened for a reason, if this didn't happen then I wouldn't have met Anya. and wouldn't have realized that even if te lose hope in society these days there's always that one person who stands out and helps te get through it.
(( MERRRH IS THIS OKAY!? I NEVER WRITE ANYMORE SO IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS. I'll sum this up just to be sure te get it, so Emmerson is all like merh why did this happen to me WHEBDUFYJHEGDUIYWGR and then he realizes Anya means so much and is really the only who accepted him for him. And that's what he needed, he needed Anya :3 CAMMY IM SORRY IF THIS ONE SHOT IS SHITTY. It's like Emmersons bio / Emya One-shot so I thought hmmm I'll mix it in one. anyways hope te guys liked it and commento what te thought THANNNKKKKKSSSS))
