𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #2
She was addicted to a type of sadness that pulled her deeper into her hole. She changed herself because of her hanging past. He avoided the dark parts of his life, doesn't mean the darkness didn't loom over him.
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ISAAC
"Mmm..." Her voice strained while I could feel her on top of me.
She touched me every where. Shoulders. Neck. Legs. In between my legs.
She told me to sit still. I didn'thear her.
She scolded me while I looked at the white stuff dripping from me. I asked what it was. She said she was checking me for any sickness. I believed her.
She loves me after all.
I tried to leave and she slapped me. She threw me onto the cold hard floor. My arms scraped againstthe floor. She took a sharp silvery object.
Her face was still a black hole, unrecognizable. I tried to run but my body stayed rooted in that position.
She carved something on my thigh. I was crying for help but there wasn't any help. No one came for my rescue.
I woke up with fright and tears streaming down my face. I couldn't stop them, they were a waterfall of unreleased tears.
I frightened Jackson, who was ontop of me. "What's wrong?"
My chest heaved up and down rapidly, trying to catch my breath. I let out a sob and she cupped my cheeks. I looked around for her, anywhere where she could be lurking.
It felt too real, too sudden for it to be a dream.
"Hey, calm down." She tries to get me calm but I can't.
I wipe my eyes angrily, the tears have already stained my cheeks. I feel heat rise up my neck as I come to the realization that I cried infront of her. I keep my hands on my eyes, not even ready to take them off.
"Get off me." I ask, my voice cracking into a whisper.
"No." She whispers back, laying her body on mine. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Brianna please..." I wanted to say but it came out as a sigh. A very tired, used up sigh.
I've never had dreams like that, so vivid and real. It felt like I was there. I was truly there in that dark cold basement, no one could hear my cries and my pleas. She branded me somehow. Maybe that was the scar I got on my leg.
"It was just a bad dream, we all get them." Her words were so innocent as compared to what I witnessed. That wasn't a dream, but a shift.
A way to connect and touch with a world of your memories. She tainted me. I couldn't do anything about it.
