Behind The Grey Stained Windows

Ray and Bob had met eye contact with a handshake, smiling as they greeted each other. Bert on the other hand, played around with his hair and asked the everlasting question. The question one of us always asks, whether it be fate or pure coincidence, we ask.

"Get any blood lately?" The word 'blood' slipped out of his tongue with ease, almost with enthusiasm. Ray shook his curly fro in the air, catching Bert's attention. Bob widened his mouth in awe. He seemed to mumble, "no way, man" but I wasn't entirely sure. Bert seemed disappointed.

"What the fuck, no blood?"

Ray smiled. "Oh, I got my blood. I also had something in my hair, so that explains why I shook my head." Bob sighed a sigh of relief, wiping away a drop of sweat from his blonde fringe.

"Say, I gave a ton of blood at the performance yesterday," Bob said. He worked backstage and as a substitute drummer sometimes for certain bands, so he had access to blood, and could give it away just as easily.

Bert turned to me, eyes bloodshot. It was fucking disgusting. "Frank, you got any blood? Gave any?"

"Er, no," I said nervously, scratching the back of my head. "Not addicted to it."

"Frank, what have you been doing all night yesterday?" Ray questioned. "If you weren't giving blood...or getting any, what were you doing?"

"Living?" It came out as a question. Was I really
(living?)
(dying?)
(killing?)
(ending?)
(starting?)
or was I just making this up?

Bert snarled, "The little guy can't take the blood."

Bob and Ray nodded in agreement. "Frank, what the hell has gotten into you?"

Well, in all honesty, all I had done was regain
(sanity?)
(insanity?)
(plague?)
(trust?)
(hate?)
(bliss?)
and I thought there wasn't a problem with that.

"Um," I began to play with my thumbs. "I got to go, I left my bag somewhere." I was

(afraid?)
(anxious?)
(excited?)
(terrified?)
(uninterested?)

in where I was going, nevertheless I went to get away from my

(friends)
(enemies?)
(alibis?)
(rivals?)

only because I needed the space. I was a
(normal person?)
(pariah?)
(victim?)
(friend?)

after all and just needed space. And what better place to be alone than a small home not so far, and
(abandoned?)
(vacant?)
(uninhabited?)
(occupied?)
just so I can have some space?

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