TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Implied self harm ⚠️
It's been three years and I still haven't found a way out of this god forsaken place. I'm real responsible, I know. Enrique is five now, and can say my name but tends to call me dad. I never stopped him. Right now he's in the cave we've been staying in and I'm keeping a look out. After a while I start thinking about my friends and family and start to cry. I don't know why I did but I couldn't stop it was like everything, all that stress, guilt, and pain all poured out at once. I pick up my sword and stare at it and an opening on my wrist longingly. I want so badly to do it but I know I can't because what if something goes wrong and Enrique can't survive without me. I sigh and put my sword back down and wipe off my tears then get up. Heading back towards the cave, I think about how much distress I'm causing them and wipe that thought away. I can't think like that right now, I just can't. Then, I hear a scream.
AUTHORS NOTE———>
I'm sorry about the long break and honestly I probably wouldn't have written this chapter if I wasn't feeling the same as Jim right now.
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