" I am the sea, and nobody owns me. "
Born with a gift that's seen as a curse, a young woman must try to regain some kind of normalcy in a world that sees her as a monster.
Suicide Squad | Sunny Scribbles 2023
Bloodsport| Robert DuBois| Mature Rating
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6.| Warm Monsoon
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Kenny had undoubtedly seen everything. Every. Gory. Detail. She was sure he'd be scarred for the rest of his life. The thought of which brought her a surreal amount of joy.
Tracy was understandably a mess, her nephew, who Amila knew he was more of a son to her, was nearly murdered. The young man had been stabbed twice, he'd likely bled out on the dock if Amila hadn't made the pier into a water park. Tracy gathered herself enough to leave the hospital briefly, and Amila popped by to give him one last check up before she planned on an impromptu leave.
" He just fell asleep, you can say hello, but he needs his rest. "
One of the nurses was allowing her to say a quick hello-goodbye to Kenny. He had been rushed into surgery just a few hours ago, and was stable. She wouldn't be long.
Amila crept quietly in the sterile silence of the dark recovery room. Sliding into the chair closest to Kenny, as she sat there for a few moments, silently listening to his rhythmic slow breaths and the beeping of his monitors. She wanted to have a last conversation with him, maybe square up to see if he genuinely saw everything that happened or maybe he was in shock, and had missed her spree. She was lucky, he began to stir awake just a few minutes after she sat down.
His heart monitor was the first thing that alerted her, the steady beating of the monitor began to hasten, catching her attention as she looked up to see him matching eyes with her. She couldn't help but think maybe he assumed she'd returned to finish the job.
" I'm glad you're okay, " she spoke honestly. She was relieved he'd made it through his injury and surgery, he was an annoying twat but she'd grown sentimental. He was a good kid, after all.
There was a brief silence between them as Tracy had returned to the hospital and would be in their room any moment.
" You're a good kid Kenny, try to be more careful who's in your friend circle. "
Kenny's fearful expression from that night had stayed with her, as had so many others who had met their demise. But the young man who had been spared looked at her as though he was weary but thankful.
