Life as we know it ((Addison))
Nov 15, 2008 23:51:59 GMT -5
Post by Elijah Emerson on Nov 15, 2008 23:51:59 GMT -5
Nowadays it was a rarity to see Elijah walking about the halls or staying out after classes. He hadn’t recently been to any parties, and it was straight from class to his dorm. His mind was blank. Completely and utterly useless. He couldn’t concentrate on anything, didn’t want to talk to anyone and usually just blew people off. The chilliness that radiated from his body was tossed on anyone who bothered him enough, and he’d become less friendly and more distant. Time seemed to tick by slowly, but soon enough people had left to go back home, and the one person he’d wanted to stay but couldn’t exactly tell her was Roxanne. The reason behind his change in character. Well, part of the reason for his lack of exuberance. He was the epitome of disaster and he couldn’t focus enough to fix it. And what made it worse was the fact that if he felt that way, how much worse off was she? The light in his eyes had burned out, as had his excitement for life. What was bad about it, is that he didn’t have the energy or knowledge to fix it. Of course, he’d known that his break up Roxanne had upset him, but he’d broken it off with many girls and been perfectly fine the next day
A mess, he was a mess. And for the first time in months, he felt incomplete. For all it was worth, he’d never felt so disheartened in his life. It showed in his demeanor, in his appearance and in the chaos that had become his room. Disheveled clothing, unruly hair, beard stubble. He hadn’t shaved in weeks, and what was worse….he smelled repulsive. Had he noticed anything except his loneliness and strife, he’d have been nauseated. For lack of a better phrase, Elijah looked like shit. As did everything associated with him. Piles of clothes lay around his room, papers and books had been tossed in his anger and lay propped up against walls or spread across his room, snack wrappers lay over his bed along with crumbs from said snacks. As did he, he currently lay jumbled in the mess on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, zoned out from everything around him. He’d turned everything off, his phone, his IM’s. And even himself. It was a bit alarming. There was no doubt that his parents and friends had tried to get in touch with him, but he didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not a soul, except Roxanne. And seen as how he’d had to go and ruin that, it wasn’t exactly a choice he had. He turned over, making sure to stuff his face deep enough into his pillow so that maybe, just maybe he’d suffocate everything that’d screwed him up inside.
A mess, he was a mess. And for the first time in months, he felt incomplete. For all it was worth, he’d never felt so disheartened in his life. It showed in his demeanor, in his appearance and in the chaos that had become his room. Disheveled clothing, unruly hair, beard stubble. He hadn’t shaved in weeks, and what was worse….he smelled repulsive. Had he noticed anything except his loneliness and strife, he’d have been nauseated. For lack of a better phrase, Elijah looked like shit. As did everything associated with him. Piles of clothes lay around his room, papers and books had been tossed in his anger and lay propped up against walls or spread across his room, snack wrappers lay over his bed along with crumbs from said snacks. As did he, he currently lay jumbled in the mess on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, zoned out from everything around him. He’d turned everything off, his phone, his IM’s. And even himself. It was a bit alarming. There was no doubt that his parents and friends had tried to get in touch with him, but he didn’t want to talk to anyone. Not a soul, except Roxanne. And seen as how he’d had to go and ruin that, it wasn’t exactly a choice he had. He turned over, making sure to stuff his face deep enough into his pillow so that maybe, just maybe he’d suffocate everything that’d screwed him up inside.