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Parking on the wharf at Main Celebratory holiday- what a fan
Parking on the wharf at Main Celebratory holiday- what a fantastic party for some/misery for the lovers
Drunken revelry pollutes the streets, and it is raining once again.
Slowly a white hatchback creeps upon the dimly lit pier, cracking rotten fish heads.
Appearing before the underwater denizens widened eyes, a sullen figure lays his newly purchased boot upon the dock.
The person has always been identified as 'he', and exhales his precious breath only to find it make steam.
Opening the back of the car, he takes out a blood-drenched duffel bag, and sets it on the ground.
Moving his hand back into the trunk, he looks at his arm covered in pretty cuts gripping a cinder block, and lets a small smirk appear on his face.
He carries the items to the front of the car, and hops on the dented hood to rest with his possessions.
The man slowly sets one leg to the ground, and the other foot soon follows. He starts to make locomotion, his target the end of the of the dock.
Half-way there, he opens the duffel bag and takes out a reel of piano wire, and begins to unravel it. Using his crimson soaked hands, he starts giving the wire form, as he ties it in the shape of a noose. He takes a deep breathe, and lets out a deep sigh "If only, I stayed, and cried. If only you were here to help me. Did you have to say those hurtful things? I could not take it anymore, and the urges came again. You're dead now, first pretty little cuts swiftly appeared all over your unconscious body. Then a setting of grief came in. Then there was the depravity... you see I will not be punished or remembered for my action of vengeance upon you. When I go down- you are coming with me. It is only fair, for you did bad things, and I did even worse!!!!!"
Upon the last word rolling across his lips, he set the piano wore noose around his neck. He knew that there was no asylum for what he had done, and he took three steps back. He picked up his dripping bag, loosened the end tie. When he threw the bag his arm swung around with such force that his ribcage came in contact with the guardrail. Watching the contents scatter into the night, "At least you will do some good in this world, and that is provide nutrition to the seals. Goodnight, my beloved I almost feel like..." He finished unraveling the spool, and let out a cry of pain. For the outburst of hurt was the reaction his weak body had when the wire reached full-extent, and cut his neck in half. He now hangs from the edge of the dock, the only thing holding him to the edge is what killed him... anger.
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