When Sam was awake, when the fire licked at his skin and the smoke snaked its way down his throat and tore at his lungs until he wanted to throw up, all he saw was pair of eyes. A pair of eyes that belonged to his father's last good deed. All Sam could see was Michael, all he could hear was his laugh, in the form of Sam's own fucking brother.
That was the worst torture. He'd never really known Adam - the real one at least, but he was still his brother, and if Sam knew anything, it was that family was important, blood or otherwise. And Adam had been a kid, it wasn't his fault who his dad was, no more than it was Sam's.
And still Sam couldn't speak, but he could scream, and scream he did. Until the pain of the rawness of this throat was worse by far than the pain of his skin, until his hoarse cry was louder than Michael's laugh from Adam's throat.
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The King of Diamonds (Samifer)
FanfictionImagine every day, every single waking second, being consumed by fire. Burning so harsh that you can never block it out, never stop crying. And when you are allowed rest from the heat, all you can do is sleep. But imagine finding cold in that place...
