ArkAngel04

Date: a week after I escaped I think ------------------------------------ I had the dream again last night. Its always the same, I am back in the Vault, in maintenance working on a couple of broken pipboys. My boss is asleep on the job again, leaving all the work for me I keep working away until I smell smoke coming from under the door and the sound of gunfire meets my ears I drop the pipboy to the ground and it hits the ground with a loud clatter. I back up to my work bench and desperately search for a weapon, an irrational terrified fear filling me as I hear the distant gunfire. Smoke is covering the floor of the floor now. Someone

I'm just sitting here at my computer, waiting. waiting for a reason to go to bed. its past midnight but still I sit, staring at this glowing screen Too many thoughts fill my head. Why did I say that? why am I such a screw up? Why do I let myself break things? I keep staring. hoping the glowing screen will give me answers show me some reason to go to sleep. I know that even if I crawl into bed, that nightmares will just plague me. never letting me rest My own mind will play tricks on me torture me with my own thoughts my own mistakes thrust back into my face The screen does not change. I keep watching the unchanging screen hoping for

I could write about how angry I am But I won't I could write about how upset I am but I won't I could write about all the feelings I keep bottled up but I won't I could write about how nobody listens but I won't I could write about how alone I feel But I won't I could write about how pointless I feel but I won't I could write a lot of things but I won't Cause whats the point in screaming into the void?

I walk through the thick fog, aimlessly Around me I see figures and shadows. Shapes with no form, People with no faces. I look behind me and cannot see where I have been The path in front of me is covered in the thick fog only the area around me is completely clear I hear faint voices from far away. Voices very familiar to me, but so strange. I see faces of friends but cannot remember the names I continue to walk through the fog

It is sad, one says with tears in his eyes No, shouts another, it is fierce like a lion your both wrong, giggles a stranger, it is happy, You are all blind, complains a fourth, it is irritating why can none of you see it is depressing, murmurs the fifth   it is clearly anger, one yells with his face turning red none of you are right, pipes up a child, it has no meaning at all

My quiet demeanour, my shy exterior Hides a beast within It wait inside of me Waiting for me Wanting to escape I look in the mirror I see it there, lurking behind my eyes Hiding in the dark Brooding, Hating Never forgetting It hates them all wants them to pay Wants them all dead I feel the rage. Burning inside of me turning my soul to black I am loosing control I feel it inside me Coming to the surface I am the monster...

A storm raged over head, lighting the night with every blast of lightning. The rain fell like drops of lead, heavy and thick, turning streets into rivers. It was dark, unnaturally so, there were no street lights below, as if the oppressive darkness had snuffed them out. Below in the dark, there was the sound of a man running. He was soaked with water and sweat, his eyes stung and his heart and lungs felt like they would burst. His legs screamed him to stop but still he ran, because he knew that stopping meant death. He ran through the dark streets, turning at random corners, doubling back on himself, completely and utterly lost. But he did