Nov 13, 2005 22:50
Justin had wandered up to his room after Lana recieved a phone call from a man named Lex, the man informed her that if she did not quite seeing Justin that he would ruin Justin in more ways that one. After he heard that she left, he felt a piece in him just snap, he wanted to rid himself of this frustrated, despairing feeling that he had. Turning on the back flood lights that illuminated the garden in it's entirity, he clutched a pair of clawing gardening tools in hand. A part of him wanted to kill the whole garden but that would be too much and he knew that tomorrow he'd feel horrible about it.
Approaching the violets, her favorite, he kneeled down into the mud created by the faulty sprinkler system, his knees sunk down as he kicked off his shoes. Sobbing controlled him now as he tore the violets out of the soil, his body trembling as he tore them out and demolished them.
It was all over. Why? He knew he wasn't a religious person, very much, but he wanted to scream at the Heavens, cursing them for this horrid curse of his. He couldn't keep a woman in his life, not at all; the one time he managed to, she was murdered ruthlessly.
It was all over. The apocolypse of the heart.