'Bored' by Rochelle
| Inspired by Chapter 38: TYVM for 2000 Hits |
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"Bored. Bored. Fucking bored. Bored." Mello breathed, the words popping from his lips. He had a pile of books on the bedside cabinet beside him, but none of them grabbed his attention. He had a PSP with a strategy game loaded into it, but it seemed pointless. He had a remote control for the television that had been dragged from downstairs to languish at the foot of their bed. Mello could feel his brain crumbling to dust in anticipation at the banality of daytime programmes. He briefly contemplated going to the toilet. Not because he needed to empty his bladder, but because it was something to do. It was also quite an adventure to leave the bed, walk across the room and the landing, then perform the action, all without moving his shoulder more than was absolutely necessary. He glowered at the open doorway. He could feel his braincells dying. "Fuck it." |
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