desperado

synopsis

to c, the boy who wields my strength.

Lincoln Cooper was destined for an eventual ruin, and my, would it hit him in the head.

Miroir Invictus.

He falls over the marble counter, the photograph ripping out of his grip and he covers his mouth.

The thin line cuts the teeth from his gums, making them bleed uncontrollably. As if it is a routine, he sucks on an iced rag, the spikiness from the freezing cold piercing his mouth, his glands swelling. The pigmented yellow lighting turning the bloodied red rag black.

There is a chilling grasp surrounding his neck. This is the trembling fear he remembers so long ago; such violent trembles, such muffled groans. He should've bit his tongue; instead, he chose to bite the hand that feeds, and now his teeth are cut and his blood is bile and his molars are rotting. Fungal seeps down in drips in the corner of his discolored mouth. Just like years before, his throat has collapsed within itself and air has been locked out. His hands roam the counter like an addict, searching for his costly bottle of air. He shatters all that is in his way until he reaches the pigmented red (orange) L-shaped bottle. He sucks in a breath, his lungs have come back to life. Is she back? Why do I see myself in the window?

His eyes shut and he drops dead.

Maybe he shouldn't have played with a fire he couldn't put out.

disclaimer. this is my plot; all the characters, dialogue, basically everything belong to me so please please PLEASE do not steal. it's not cool and i will hunt you down.

content warning. this book will include the topics of stalking, blood, gore, sexual assault, explicit language, discrimination, domestic abuse, mentions of child abuse/neglect, alcohol consumption, mental disorders, insanity, and sex.