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Marchxides memory 3March sat at the window seat in his room, looking over a book. He sighed softly and leaned his head against the glass. He closed his eyes, a soft smile on his face. He was tired, having not been able to sleep for a couple of days after the dream. He sighed again, drifting off to sleep.
"He can't stay here, Xamu. Not with you like this!" The deep voice echoed in Archimedes' ears. The little boy sat up in bed, looking towards his partially open door. His father had been drinking that funny smelling liquid again that made Arch's nose hurt. It looked like amber in a liquid form and his father, Xamu, drank it like it was water. Sometimes he would get mad and rant and rave at nothing, knocking over the furniture. After the first couple of times, Arch learned to stay out of his way and not ask questions. That night there were fresh bruises on his arms and back from where his father had hit him. He knew it wasn't his fault that when he drank the amber liquid, his father wasn't himself anym
Mission: Oggie's NightmareRolling over, March sighed softly as his eyes opened. He wasn't sleeping very well, probably because he was sleeping alone. Sitting up, he looked around his dark room, his eyes casting a small glow around his face, lighting things up. He stood slowly, stretching. Who was he kidding? He wasn't going to be able to sleep without Raxyl. A small smile passed across his pale face as he thought about the girl, arms almost instinctively going out as if to hug her. Her honey colored eyes that always made getting up in the morning worth it. Many times March wanted to stay in bed, finding himself not wanting to move or do much of anything but the thought of the girl kept him going.
His eyes lit up at the thought of Raxyl and he grabbed a pair of pants, pulling them on before heading out the door. Everything seemed to be a lot darker than usual, even for it being night time. He headed towards her room and stopped once he noticed a sound coming from down the hall. He listened to it, holding his bre
Marchxides memory 2Marchxides stared at the white ceiling of his room, lying on his back on his bed. Hands behind his head, his gloves sat on his bedside table. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, feeling rather relaxed. Drifting in and out of sleep, his mind started to go black.
It was a perfect day, the sun beaming down on a crowd of people that had gathered under the shade of parasols and the branches of trees. They all wore formal wear, talking excitedly amongst themselves. Archimedes peered at the crowd from the second story window of the house he had learned to call home. They all had gathered there for him and his wife to be. Turning around, he looked at himself in a full length mirror. His long hair had been pulled into a pony tail, slicked back out of his face. A perfectly pale face, bright blue eyes nearly glowing with his excitement stared back at him. Running a hand over the front of his beautifully tailored tux, he fixed the bottom of the jacket.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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