Aftermath [David Cook] [PG-13]
[title] Aftermath
[author] lire_casander
[beta] Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own.
[characters] David Cook
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 100
[summary] There are days all he wants to do is scream his soul out until his voice is hoarse
[disclaimer] I neither own nor have I ever met David Cook. Everything written here about him is completely fictional, and any similarity with reality is merely a coincidence.
[warnings] Angst. Implied drug abuse. Implied minor character's death.
[author's notes] Written on a whim tonight while I was commuting back home. The A Drabble A Day is back on!
There are days all he wants to do is scream his soul out until his voice is hoarse, throat dry, rip his heart and watch its beating die so slowly, the way Adam has dimmed down like a flickering light.
No one knows because he doesn't talk anymore; not even spilling his feelings into his songs works any longer, and he is left alone to sort through his aching pain.
Instead, he draws white against black with a cardboard and inhales death and desperation, and prays to a god he doesn't believe in to just take him from this strife.
[author] lire_casander
[beta] Unbeta'ed. Any mistakes are my own.
[characters] David Cook
[rating] PG-13
[word count] 100
[summary] There are days all he wants to do is scream his soul out until his voice is hoarse
[disclaimer] I neither own nor have I ever met David Cook. Everything written here about him is completely fictional, and any similarity with reality is merely a coincidence.
[warnings] Angst. Implied drug abuse. Implied minor character's death.
[author's notes] Written on a whim tonight while I was commuting back home. The A Drabble A Day is back on!
There are days all he wants to do is scream his soul out until his voice is hoarse, throat dry, rip his heart and watch its beating die so slowly, the way Adam has dimmed down like a flickering light.
No one knows because he doesn't talk anymore; not even spilling his feelings into his songs works any longer, and he is left alone to sort through his aching pain.
Instead, he draws white against black with a cardboard and inhales death and desperation, and prays to a god he doesn't believe in to just take him from this strife.