Spirit Animals Oneshots

Escape

A/N - A Rollan backstory because yes (:

The italicized lyrics are literally just from this video ↓

Tw: suggestive of some things, mention of a dead body, etc.

One foot in the ground, one foot in the grave. Don't you dare make a sound-

I press my back against the wall, muffling my cry of pain. If they hear me, I'm dead.

Ever so carefully, I limp towards the door. My heart hammers in my chest and as I reach out, the floorboards beneath me echo out in disdain.

Hear you from a mile away. Run from the town,

The sound of footsteps reverberate off of the bars, panic intoxicating the air as children shrink towards the walls. I freeze as a series of shadows trail along my west and hastily search for somewhere I can hide. I catch sight of the break in the stone wall, and dive into the body-sized crevasse.

All you need is your name and the sweat on your brow, and the blood running through your veins.

I won't let them take my identity away anymore. The world will know who I am. What I've gone through, what I've faced. I'll end the sorrow, and expose this taboo.

All that's required to ensure that is my safe escape.

Don't think twice, you'll be dead in a second. Turn your eyes from your hands to the heavens.

I suck in a breath, wordless as thousands of feet patter against the ground. There's shouts and alarms blaring, and I silently turn my eyes to the heavens. I close them, begging for freedom and protection.

Kill your pride, turn your fear to a weapon- and don't you forget it-

A face appears in front of me. I shield myself and try to press further against the wall, desperately pleading that they let me go. I feel a sickly hand jerk my wrist, covering my mouth as I scream from the pressure it places on my wound.

Don't you let them take control- don't you let them break your soul,

They shush me, pulling me into the light, where millions of eyes could possibly see me, and I earnestly try to writhe free, refusing to look at my assailant.

I will not be there's to have.

It's not the devil at your door, it's just your shadow on the floor...

It's just your shadow on the floor.

If I am to meet my fate, I resolve to do so head on. Who would want to hear the legend of the boy who died with his eyes shut? (A/N - This would actually be a cool idea, hold on...)

With a deep breath, I squint them open, wincing from the flashing motion of the red lights.

I scale the walls and see two shadows. One my own and the other of a younger boy. One eye on the clock, one eye on the mirror-

Nearly expecting him to shout out and call back the guards, I breathlessly wait.

I count down thirty seconds. He makes no sound, staring at me expectantly with hazel eyes.