The Forgotten People

Aug 27, 2010 12:16

Despite the sinking feeling that is washing over him, Bo remains calm while sitting up in his bed. A cold sweat has broken over his ebony skin as he runs his clammy hands through his hair. Getting up off his bed slowly, that familiar feeling overcomes him, the suffocating feeling; the feeling of drowning. His world swirling around him, Bo grunts while returning to his bed. Staring up at the ceiling, he mutters to himself in Creole while rubbing at his tired eyes. He never gets the proper amount of sleep when it comes around this time of year. It's no surprise to him that a shit ton of things aren't fixed either...after five long years. He's used to being forgotten anyway, something that people in general shouldn't be used to.
He sighs, rolling over on his side to fetch his pack of cigarettes on his bedside table. Taking one and placing it between his quivering lips, Bo manages to light it with an unsteady hand. He chuckles while breathing slowly, trying to calm his shaking nerves. It's almost like he's reliving this terrible experience all over again, and being here in HQ isn't helping him at all. When he's home, he just doesn't come out of his apartment. No one comes by to bother him and all is well with the world. However he knows that people here will wonder why their usually upbeat and favorite Cajun man is locked away not wanting visitors at this moment.
Inquisitive people sicken him.

!open, 5 years later, !ic

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