Illuminos-117

It had been a long day, and the suspect wasn't talking. We had tried basically everything. Brayden pulled me outside for a minute to bring up a suggestion. "Good cop, bad cop?" He suggested. I just stared at him. "Wow, really? Are we resorting to clichés now?" "It was just an idea. Hey, have you got a better plan?" I went to open my mouth, but no words came out. It was better than nothing. I guess. After a few seconds, we walked back into the interrogation room. Brayden stomped up to the table and slammed his fist down. "Alright, you shit, listen here." On second thought, it wasn't better than nothing. I exited the room again. Brayd

Would I be missed, If I were to throw it all away? Would you care, If I was to give in to my dismay? Would you cry, If I didn't show fear? Would you worry, If I didn't appear? If I asked for a reason, Could you think of one? If I wanted to die, Would you give me a gun? As I sit here, These objects by my side. I have no fears, Because no-one has cried. No-one has worried, No-one has cared. No-one has missed, No tears have been shed. This is my final goodbye, My Coup De Grace. I just lie here, now, With an un-beating heart.

The Box It just sits there. Mocking me. It knows I can't hold on much longer. It knows I'm gonna crack. Right now, it's just us. No one else matters. As though a spotlight has been shined in between. Illuminating us, changing everything around to a never-ending darkness. An Abyss. As I slowly rocked back and forth, muttering to myself, I was frozen. There was no heat around me. I couldn't feel my fingers or my feet, and yet, I was dripping with sweat. As I watched The Box, everything was becoming less significant. I began to wonder why I needed my family, or my friends. I could function perfectly well without them. They say without social