⌘ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.༄ ⌘
Four walls. One door. One window.
The cell feels like all the girl's ever known.
Cold, dark and depressing; with no one to speak a word...
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He's so incredibly flawless.
Strong, lean frame, toned and muscular without being bulky. He's fair without being pale, skin kissed by God. Except he wasn't God. He was the farthest thing from God.
What a lie appearances can be. What a terrible, fucked up lie.
His eyes are blue flames setting me on fire with his fixated gaze. His chest is rising and falling so fast on top of me.
I want so desperately to touch him.
It breaks me. Crushes me. Shatters my bones. This guilty ache in my heart, hatred that should be for him only recaches off and onto myself.
How did I get here? How did we end up like this? I didn't do enough. I couldn't fix him, I couldn't heal him, I couldn't mend his broken pieces. How did this traumatized boy, turn into such a monster in such little time?
✞✞✞ Before
I wake up tied to a black bed frame. I look around the room and recognize it right away. This is Ms. Mead's house. Micheal's old bedroom. It's day, but the curtains are closed and only a few candles dimly light the room.
I pull my hands away and struggle with the ropes that bound me. They wouldn't budge so I use telekinesis to rip them apart. I feel something cold lightly hit my chest when I raise up and notice it's the necklace Micheal gave me.
I frown before finding it oddly quiet as I go for the door, but it flies open almost hitting me in the face, "Sit down." Micheal's powers throw me back to the bed.
I hit my head on the board and I groan, "What the hell Micheal!?"
I hold my head in agony until I find he's already sitting in front of me.
