Not So Silent Hill
My neighbour just started his snowblower.
He has no idea that the only reason I'm not out there feeding him to it is that the sound, instantly, amped my migraine to the point where I couldn't see. And it brought back the ringing in my ears. It's a piercing blare, like a school bell, where the kids are never let out.
Probably something from Silent Hill...
(The original, thank you. Or 2, we can go for two. Pyramid Head is def going at my innards with that knife. That scraping horror, bigger than an old growth tree. Although, given it's sources, I'm sure it is all about...wood. But the important thing is, hey, focus now, is: the others don't exist. Not in my canon. Not in anyone's. Not even in the most fragile--and rusted, natch--trebuchet ).
Well.
I can't do anything about the vision, or the hearing, or the pain that has kept me awake for weeks.
But I am wearing my ear buds, plugged into nothing. It's the only thing left I can do, that won't make the pain worse.
And--of course--I've been summoned to see the specialist this afternoon. :|
Because, clearly, what I really need is for things to get worse...
This is why I really need Castiel.
THAT is some sleep I can use.
He won't waste words on the medical community...
Because, lo, actions have clearer meaning...
And now, we return to regular programming: back to the fetal position, grimacing in agony at the sound of my own heartbeat...
He has no idea that the only reason I'm not out there feeding him to it is that the sound, instantly, amped my migraine to the point where I couldn't see. And it brought back the ringing in my ears. It's a piercing blare, like a school bell, where the kids are never let out.
Probably something from Silent Hill...
(The original, thank you. Or 2, we can go for two. Pyramid Head is def going at my innards with that knife. That scraping horror, bigger than an old growth tree. Although, given it's sources, I'm sure it is all about...wood. But the important thing is, hey, focus now, is: the others don't exist. Not in my canon. Not in anyone's. Not even in the most fragile--and rusted, natch--trebuchet ).
Well.
I can't do anything about the vision, or the hearing, or the pain that has kept me awake for weeks.
But I am wearing my ear buds, plugged into nothing. It's the only thing left I can do, that won't make the pain worse.
And--of course--I've been summoned to see the specialist this afternoon. :|
Because, clearly, what I really need is for things to get worse...
This is why I really need Castiel.
THAT is some sleep I can use.
He won't waste words on the medical community...
Because, lo, actions have clearer meaning...
And now, we return to regular programming: back to the fetal position, grimacing in agony at the sound of my own heartbeat...
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