Baz
I hate waking up.
I hate it with the core of my being.
I hate waking up, knowing that the first thing I will be facing will be... nothing.
Losing track of time was no shock, the darkness gets to you after a while. It's hard to know anything but my own name... I reckon I'll forget that in a while too.
I can barely move a limb and I would kill to have even a glance of daylight, but- nothing.
How I was stupid enough to get kidnapped is beyond me, but that fact that no one has found me yet is the real puzzle.
I believed Snow would fucking lose it. Go bonkers. Swear on his life, make an oath- Baz is out there plotting, I'll find him and I will defeat him.
But no one came. Not even him. I wonder what he's up to, if not being paranoid.
Does he even think of me, now that I'm practically out of his life. Crowley, did he even notice I didn't come back? He's probably too busy scarfing down scones and snogging his girlfriend.
Sickening, that bastard, really.
I hate waking up to nothing but darkness. Nothing to hold on to, no anchor that holds the last threads of my sanity in place...
No sunlight.
No sun.
No Simon Snow.
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Snowbaz Fanfic
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