Every Time I Close My Eyes, I See Him. My Ears Still Ring From How Loud It Was...

Every time I close my eyes, I see him. My ears still ring from how loud it was...

".. I'll look into it.. Maybe it'll be helpful." Specs yawned.

"Hey. Your glasses were important to you. It's okay to be upset, man"

"I'm upset over everything, really.. God, how did you do it? I don't like to ask about your trap, but I feel like a mess."

".. I know. Or, at least, I keep telling myself that. I'm trying to believe it."

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.

"Support group?"

"Hey. Your glasses were important to you. It's okay to be upset, man"

"I'm upset over everything, really.. God, how did you do it? I don't like to ask about your trap, but I feel like a mess."

"Unbelievably.. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, though. This place gives me the creeps."

"Hey. Your glasses were important to you. It's okay to be upset, man"

"I'm upset over everything, really.. God, how did you do it? I don't like to ask about your trap, but I feel like a mess."

"Yeah." Specs paused. ".. I shouldn't be this upset over a pair of glasses."

Adam roughly remembered how to get there. I mean, he had litterally dragged his own half-dead body out of that hell hole. But what was on his mind was why the fuck would this happen? Sure, he was fucked up. David was fucked up. But Specs? He was perfect.

He drove as fast as he could, till he got there

Specs looked up from where he was slumped against the wall when he saw his brother's headlights. Unsteadily, he stood up, holding onto the grimy brick walls for support.

He was missing his iconic glasses, the skin on his hands and face red and irritated. His clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans, were wrinkled and bloodied. There seemed to be no wounds on his body, though.

"Adam," he choked.