Yellow mixes with pink, and now the crying continues throughout the years. Wailing and failing against the arms of harsh reality. You didn't ask for such responsibility, but now you're breathing and taking the beating until you decide what is enough. The guardians of your youth lead you down a path that forever affects what exactly you may do. They begin to lead you by the hand, but of course, this thick and muddy sand pulls you back to stop. Glazed horizon reaches for the former, but they leave without a hitch. No bump in the road or shed unlocked by sadness. Does it make you weak? You feel the sand arise above your feet, and no longer can you move your knees. Echos from the garden and not one helping hand, but you can't stand the sight of pity, so when they do show mercy, you don't know how to play along. The game was supposed to be easy, but no matter how hard you press on the space bar, you can't jump to the next level of this round. Sand tickles your chest, and you know you should struggle for an answer, but after the shadow of once was had left you behind, you didn't care much for useless trials. The sand now reaches your nose, and you gasp for air, only to be met with pressure tenfold on the red muscle. You look up at the sky one last time before what is left of you is finally absorbed by hate and light you attempted to ignore and avoid for so long. No dwindle of twig or snap of vision, not even a muffled hum now as the being of you has blended so perfectly into the ground. Amongst all the other 8 billion sand skins that fit so perfectly along what you call home until all is well and over, until you're nothing at all.
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Slasher imagines
FanfictionAs said in the title.. I am just a lonely girl who is obsessed with horror movies, and even more, the slashers in said horror/thriller movies. I have been very busy recently, but I am trying so hard to keep the posts up! I hope you have a great day...
