Ignorant Bliss

"Peter....... Peter fucking Paray...." He cursed his God damned name, his stupid fucking name... How could he be so damn ignorant.. So fucking retarded... He listened to the steady bounce of the tennis balls hitting rackets, sneakers skidding on the ground, he concentrated on nothing.. He forgot his pain. "How could I be so vain.." He immediately erased the thought, he had to go back to bliss. "Forget, forget, forget, forget, forget, forget" he repeated until all he could hear was an irritating whistle in his ears, he closed his eyes and erased all the people around him, all the people he knew. "Peter God damned Paray, that's who I am," he said as he took a deep breath, he felt his foot slip. Instantly he regretted that moment, he couldn't catch his balance, he couldn't get a grip, he fell for what seemed like an hour, though it was only a few seconds, a tight, burning sensation grew around his neck, jerked him back and held him in mid air, his feet kicking, "bliss," he let out with his final breath of fresh air...