testaments to impatience

i have a terrible habit of reading ahead
maybe not so much reading as skimming
when things get predictably bad,
when i suspect someone might die,
even simply when things start to slow down,
i find myself casually flipping pages, skimming for names to make sure they stick around, catching glimpses of the future-
"alex rider!" he called out in a thin voice, filled with hate. "you have three seconds to show yourself. otherwise you will see your godfather's brains all over the highway."

you've gotta understand,
waiting is mad hard for me.