So, if you are not aware. I’m working on my 6th novel and gearing up for a 7th. I can’t tell you the details, but here is a small sample of what that 7th novel is shaping up to be.
I know I’m dead the moment I come back home. But I spent my nights trying to wash away this blood on my hands, but it doesn’t work. I can’t walk away anymore. It’s time I fix what I broke. It doesn’t matter how many people I have to kill, but I’m going to undo everything I did
Underneath The Bunker
By: Jesse Abundis
How many life times will we spend our days in sin and misery. Can we be this blind to our mistakes, can we be this cruel. I don’t want to think we are, I want to be believe there is a shed of Hope inside us, somewhere.
No one see’s this world for what it truly is. We may fantasize that we do, that we are aware. But that is never the truth, if we were aware, we would drift from this hell and never take part in it. To say and do, are two different things. We may state, but we fall back in line quickly. Rent is due, bills are due, someone is a slave to something or someone.
But what if we reject this life, what if we gave it up. I do not state suicide, no, I declare an emancipation from society as we know it. What would happened then, would the world notice, would I be free. This idea grows life a fire with each second.
“ This is what I was waiting for.” He says with chuckle, like it’s a God given gift. “When all you liberals were on your blogs, facebook, talking about world peace, I was getting ready for reality.” I remember how much I wanted him to shut the fuck up, and swallow his words down. But all I could do was just bare and grin, not for myself but for Janet. She was the one who cared for this old man, not me. “Where’s your world peace now?!” Ash’s laughter was like hearing nails on a chalkboard.
I can’t recall how long I’ve been going, but it feels like weeks. I’ve been sobbing in tears, just unable to hold it in. Everything is gone, it’s all gone. My whole life is dead. “ Are you going to stop anytime soon?” She has to ask, this stupid red hair bitch. She never leaves me alone. “You should really come to terms with what happened and move on.”
“You didn’t lose what I lost.” I growl at her, feeling the urge to rip her throat with my bare teeth.
“I lost the same as you.” She snickers at me. “The pain is equal.”
“Doesn’t look that way to me!” I scream at her with all my might. “You fucking prance around here like we’re living the fucking high life!”
“We are, you stupid ignorant fuck!” She screams back at me.
No one sleeps at night anymore, people don’t fucking shop in malls either. We still work, because we still have bills to pay, that never changes. But you work with the notion you might end up dead, doing something you hate. That’s the world we live in.