moving out, moving in ;; cody and open

[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

Matthew Ethan Williams shuffled with his new set of keys using one hand and tried them one by one on the double locks to his room. His other hand carried his suitcase and behind and around him were several other luggages, his mom's doing. He'd told her he'd just go buy new ones but his mother had scolded him and talked to him of poor people and hunger in the world. She was an advocate against poverty and hunger. He'd just sat there, feigned complete attention to her words and thought about the recent math problem he seemed to have answered incorrectly in their finals exam and wondered how he had arrive at such a solution. He nodded at regular intervals to make his mom know he was listening.

But she knew better."Matthew Ethan Williams! You will listen to me when I talk to you about these topics because one day, you'll be handling this yourself!"She, again, reprimanded her son, but her eyes betrayed her anger. There was great sadness in them. Her little boy had finally started to look at at things differently. He was moving out. Oh how mature of him. She had then smiled and left the room to get more stuff from anywhere she could get to put in his baggage. She wanted him to still feel at home even from afar, which was just a few states away. Still, she couldn't help worrying about her only child.

The keys dropped from Matt's able hands as he momentarily got distracted by the last few events before he'd left, bringing him back to the present. "Crap," he said out loud, bending over to reach for the keys caught in between his two black bags. As always, being the distractedkindofperson he was, he didn't see the door knob in the path of his head and as soon as he bent down to get the keys, he knocked his head on the knob with such force due to his speed that his head bobbed back and his legs gave way. Lucky the bags were built for such weights as he went tumbling down in a daze.

Stars flew by on the ceiling. His eyes starting to close upon themselves.

How many?;;373
To who?;;Cody
What song?;;Firework
Whatcha' thinkin?;;Haha!

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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

There was a constant ringing in his ears, a ringing so fine it almost hurt. Matthew could do squat about it. His brains felt like they were gonna burst from his skull. The hit hadn't been that hard... or not. He tried getting up but his body wouldn't cooperate. He couldn't feel his legs, or his limbs for that matter. He just lay there, staring into empty space. The glare of the lights blinding his eyes.

He then thought about how he had often spent some of his free time as a child, running through the park until his legs felt like jelly and he'd lay smack on anywhere he was, the skies and inviting sight to look at. Life was that simple, was that much fun, being alone. People only seemed too complicated and often called for trouble. Like his cousins who would play with his toy soldiers roughly that when they left, his favorite general lay in the trashbin, broken beyond repair. They were nothing but trouble.

A voice then interrupted his reverie, more like a hollow echo rang through his already numb brain. He tried replying, answering, moving, anything, but nothing happened. He didn't hear the question anyway, but thought he saw a shadow block the bright lights. Or was that a hand?

He squinted his eyes to see better, his brows furrowing in the middle.

"Nnnhh." Was all he could say. At least he was talking again.

His fingers were hard to find throughout his network of nerve and muscles but when he did, he proceeded on to lifting his hand and grabbing whatever was blocking the lights above him. It formed a hand of a man, callused at some parts. Ahh, so it was a hand.

Realization then hit its point and his body started functioning well again. He let go of the hand aburptly and sat up, his head sinking into his knees as his hand came up to his head, the pain of the earlier blow starting to grow.

The throbbing on his head was unbearable but he bit his lips and kept himself from cursing. He tried keeping the noise down but a groan escaped his throat.

It was too much.

How many?;;369
To who?;;Cody
What song?;;Samson
Whatcha' thinkin?;;Sorry for the uber late reply.

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