Post by Harold Campbell on Feb 24, 2010 22:30:44 GMT -6
The lights are out and we really can't see what is going on in here. We do hear noise. We hear noises all around this area, from the sounds of a running shower to creek of a bed as someone tosses and turns. We see the eyes of a man, sitting and staring at the ceiling. The man is none other than hardcore harry. He cracks a smile, as he flicks on the lamp next to the bed. His sanity is leaking out, insanity controls what once as a man. He sits up in the bed, looks at the stand next to it. He pickes up a piece of paper and holds it to his chest.
Harry: Kelly, I had to run to the store. Needed fresh bandages and ointment to heal myself before sunday. I will be back in around an hour.
Harry looks at his watch, he gets out of the bed still staring at his watch and looks out the window. No cars are near... no one is coming up the street. No one is in the house, aside from the person in the shower.
Harry: ....Steve. Cute note, thinking people such as whores like her care about you. No one cares about you steve. No one cares enough like harold campbell cared. Hey.... but who am I to decide? I could ask her myself. I could just walk in there.... hand her a towel and ask her. I don't need to close my eyes, I need to see the fear in her face. Just like you seen the fear last week. When you knew your ass belonged to no one but me. When I tore you to shreds and didn't even question it. She needs to see it.... maybe.
Harry walks to the bathroom but then serves back and sits on the end of the bed. He thinks about going through her things but he doesn't feel like explaining it to husband and father at a later date. So he just sits... and does nothing.
Harry: You live a good life here. You did until harold came into your life. Until for unknown reason ncw decided to book you against harold campbell. That's the downfall of your life. I already walked through this house. Bandages with blood.... loose hair.... skin.... it seems like I'm moving in here. Wherever I look I can see myself living here. I see the cause of pain and anguish. It's all over this place. I pick up this letter and feel the hurt.... I bet you writing this much just hurt your head. You can't think straight, your mind is wrapped on one thing. I hear you cry and moan, this is only the beginning? It's not even the beginning. I don't even consider what went down last week as a start. You didn't even fight back.... you didn't even show me why you matter to so many people. You didn't even show me why my former associate adored you. It's was fun, I will admit that. But it wasn't the beginning. I finish what I start... I don't leave the animal to crawl across the road by his claws. Leaving a trail of blood behind him... waiting for something to come and rip his insides out. I finish what I start right then and there.
Harry hears the shower turn off. Soon the door to the bathroom opens and a hand reaches out. Asking for a towel, screaming for the person standing there to hand them something to dry off on. Harry gets up, grabs the towel off the bed. He places it on her hand. As she pulls it, he tries to yank her out of the bathroom. She gets furious and uses preggo strength to get hold of the towel. Before she could yell and see who is responsible. He is out of the room and walking down the stairs. He slowly walks down looking at the picture on the wall... admiring.
Harry: Ah.... happiness. It brings a smile to my face when miserable people can walk around in this world and hide there true emotions. Atleast you're not that kind steve. You can be read like an open book. You are broken, yet you still are looking forward to sunday. You know there is not once chance you will walk out a man or walk out. I'm insulted. I have a conscience. I do have every bit of decency you have. Afterall you met him, he was the one who basically suckled your ass for this entire month. But come on. No one wants to see that. They rather see a man like me beat you down. They rather see me cut you up.... they rather see me molest the awesome out of you. Or maybe that's just me. Who the hell knows these days. It's not the darkness, it's the light. That's what I have seen for the past two weeks. Harold's big head has been blocking the sun... he's been a shut in to rainbows and kitty cats but now we don't have to worry about that. We never have to worry about that.... do we?
The woman is talking in the background. She's getting ready to come downstairs. Harry takes his time and walks to the front door. Turns the knob and looks into the night.
Harry: Another day has been wasted. It's already night. Kids are in bed and steve awesome is still wandering the night. Looking for a temporary fix to what I did. All the while I'm here... in his house... in his bed.... helping myself to what he calls a life. To access such a thing, I didn't even need to knock. He had to work for this and I didn't even need to knock. He bonded with others, I didn't even need to knock. When I come to the crossroads sunday night, I will not think twice. I told you the beginning hasn't happened. But the end is near... that's for sure.
Harry walks out and leaves the front door wide open. We see feet coming down the stairs and a car headed down the street. We fade out, as harry disappears from sight.
Harry: Kelly, I had to run to the store. Needed fresh bandages and ointment to heal myself before sunday. I will be back in around an hour.
Harry looks at his watch, he gets out of the bed still staring at his watch and looks out the window. No cars are near... no one is coming up the street. No one is in the house, aside from the person in the shower.
Harry: ....Steve. Cute note, thinking people such as whores like her care about you. No one cares about you steve. No one cares enough like harold campbell cared. Hey.... but who am I to decide? I could ask her myself. I could just walk in there.... hand her a towel and ask her. I don't need to close my eyes, I need to see the fear in her face. Just like you seen the fear last week. When you knew your ass belonged to no one but me. When I tore you to shreds and didn't even question it. She needs to see it.... maybe.
Harry walks to the bathroom but then serves back and sits on the end of the bed. He thinks about going through her things but he doesn't feel like explaining it to husband and father at a later date. So he just sits... and does nothing.
Harry: You live a good life here. You did until harold came into your life. Until for unknown reason ncw decided to book you against harold campbell. That's the downfall of your life. I already walked through this house. Bandages with blood.... loose hair.... skin.... it seems like I'm moving in here. Wherever I look I can see myself living here. I see the cause of pain and anguish. It's all over this place. I pick up this letter and feel the hurt.... I bet you writing this much just hurt your head. You can't think straight, your mind is wrapped on one thing. I hear you cry and moan, this is only the beginning? It's not even the beginning. I don't even consider what went down last week as a start. You didn't even fight back.... you didn't even show me why you matter to so many people. You didn't even show me why my former associate adored you. It's was fun, I will admit that. But it wasn't the beginning. I finish what I start... I don't leave the animal to crawl across the road by his claws. Leaving a trail of blood behind him... waiting for something to come and rip his insides out. I finish what I start right then and there.
Harry hears the shower turn off. Soon the door to the bathroom opens and a hand reaches out. Asking for a towel, screaming for the person standing there to hand them something to dry off on. Harry gets up, grabs the towel off the bed. He places it on her hand. As she pulls it, he tries to yank her out of the bathroom. She gets furious and uses preggo strength to get hold of the towel. Before she could yell and see who is responsible. He is out of the room and walking down the stairs. He slowly walks down looking at the picture on the wall... admiring.
Harry: Ah.... happiness. It brings a smile to my face when miserable people can walk around in this world and hide there true emotions. Atleast you're not that kind steve. You can be read like an open book. You are broken, yet you still are looking forward to sunday. You know there is not once chance you will walk out a man or walk out. I'm insulted. I have a conscience. I do have every bit of decency you have. Afterall you met him, he was the one who basically suckled your ass for this entire month. But come on. No one wants to see that. They rather see a man like me beat you down. They rather see me cut you up.... they rather see me molest the awesome out of you. Or maybe that's just me. Who the hell knows these days. It's not the darkness, it's the light. That's what I have seen for the past two weeks. Harold's big head has been blocking the sun... he's been a shut in to rainbows and kitty cats but now we don't have to worry about that. We never have to worry about that.... do we?
The woman is talking in the background. She's getting ready to come downstairs. Harry takes his time and walks to the front door. Turns the knob and looks into the night.
Harry: Another day has been wasted. It's already night. Kids are in bed and steve awesome is still wandering the night. Looking for a temporary fix to what I did. All the while I'm here... in his house... in his bed.... helping myself to what he calls a life. To access such a thing, I didn't even need to knock. He had to work for this and I didn't even need to knock. He bonded with others, I didn't even need to knock. When I come to the crossroads sunday night, I will not think twice. I told you the beginning hasn't happened. But the end is near... that's for sure.
Harry walks out and leaves the front door wide open. We see feet coming down the stairs and a car headed down the street. We fade out, as harry disappears from sight.