Andrew's pov:
Juniper had left to go get some stuff again. I wish he didn't leave that long. Sighing, I brushed my little rabbit's fur. Marshy. (I DONT KNOW ANYMORE JUST DONT MIND IT) Marshy's nose twitched as she yawned, cuddling into my mushroom cape.
"Aww is Marshy tired?" I coo, petting her ears and giving her a carrot. She is tired. Tired like us, Andrew. Let us out. Let us help. Free us from this bound.
Leave me alone.
Why? We would only want to help.
I know what you did. You tore souls from the very body of the innocent.
LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUT LET US OUT-
"SHUT UP..! SHUT UP..SHUT UP...SHUT UP!" I scream, closing my eyes as tears threatened to spill from the. I hold my head tight and pull the hood over as some form of comfort.
"Shut up..please..." I sobbed. It wouldn't leave me alone. It never did.
I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. Flinching I turned around. I looked up to see Juniper.
I hugged his legs tight. I didn't want him to leave again. He looked confused, a few gasps escaping him. I didn't do anything but cry. I was just tired.
angst. IM GIVING ANGST NEXT.
YOU ARE READING
Far Away Cottage (The Mandela Catalogue AU)
FanfictionIMAGE NOT MINE Mark wanted to pick a flower for Cesar and falls sick after pricking his hand on a thorn, going into a coma and waking up in a land of flowers, mushrooms and cottages. It's all going well until things get strange. warning, gore, death...
