000.

450 14 0
                                    


ooo.

[ ribs ]

1978

"Bill?"

No answer.

"Billie !"

When she woke up from her dream of sleep, Billie Brenner gave a rapid glance around her. The hospital. It's been a little while since she visited one. The crash of her car surely explained why she finished there, but honestly, she couldn't care less about the vehicle.

Everything was hurting. Everything was itching, scratching, lurking. The feeling she lost blood. Nothing else was relevant at that moment. Nothing needed to be explained. The mere expression of pain upon her features told already a lot about her current state.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Dad...?"

Fingers held her hand, nothing could compare the pain she endured as her fingers grasped the ones of her father, weakly.

"God Sake, Billie. What were you thinking."

And that's where it all started,

When she spotted the blue, bright ocean eyes.

With a hint of shadow, an abyss she'd soon know like no one else did. 

weakness. (HENRY CREEL | 001)Where stories live. Discover now