⌘ 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...
❦ oh girl it's you that I lie with, as the atom bomb locks in. ❦
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Fire and Reign Pt.2
THE NEXT DAY
It's morning and my body feels like stone. I open my eyes to the ray of sunlight suddenly shining down on me through the blinds.
"Baby, it's time to get up." I hear Micheal say. A weight sits in my chest and I have no motivation to do what he tells me. All I want to do is sleep, but we have a big day a head of us that I want nothing to do with.
I could hardly sleep at all last night. The nightmares just keep coming, every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Zoe and Queenie and all the other girls lying in a pool of they're own blood.
He reaches for me, gently shakes me, and I hear him say, "Come on, angel, get dressed. We're leaving in 30 minutes."
I moan and push his face away, only to push mine back into the pillows. I hear him sigh, the weight of him shifts my body when he sits beside me.
He's silent for a moment and I'm trying to drift back into my sleep but he takes me in his arms and I can't refuse. I snuggle up to his chest when he lifts me off the bed and takes me to the bathroom.
My head is starting to pound as I hear him turn the water on in the shower.
"Arms up." He whispers so softly and I squint at the sharp pains stabbing my brain, but I manage what he tells me. He removes my shirt and bottoms.
"Come on. You'll feel better after a shower."
I don't say anything as he helps me step under the warm water and I bask in it as it trickles down my face and in my hair.
A pair of strong arms wrap around my bare waist and I open my eyes only to face his chest. I can feel him washing my body, there's bubbles in my hair and he's massaging the pain out of my scalp.
But I'm completely numb.
He lifts my chin and a pair of sparkling blue eyes bore into me, his hair soaking from the water above as he wipes some out of my eyes before kissing me.
It's soft, warm, comforting, and the ache in my head slowly subsides.
His thumb caresses my cheek and he stares at me again, watching me. I was emotionless, careless, unattached to the world around me.
