Y/Ns NIGHTMARE
Mom and dad are yelling at eachother.
"Lisa, you hsve to stop doing coke everday, once in a while it's fine, but holy shit!" "Fuck you, this is MY house, I pay the bills, but YOU just sit on your lazy ass, and get drunk or high!" Mom turns around to face Y/n "The fuck are you looking at." "Nothing, I just-" "Oh? You think I'm a fag? Ok? But what are you, you little-" Mom rushues towards Y/n, it hurts, her pounding fist is hitting her/his stomach, it goes numb, the crys get lounder and louder. "Lisa!" dad yells, and pulls back mom " Fuck this is not you Lisa, what is the point of hitting her/him constantly, whats that going to solve?!" "Everything, at least my anger gets out-" Y/n is able to crawl towards the kitchen to grab a pan This will shut her fucking ass up.. Y/n thinks. As she/he is able to get up, wobbling to mom, raises the pan, and..
THUMP
Mom fall's to the carpeted floor. "What the fuck kid." Dad says, his voice angry. "Dad, I was protecting myself." A smack hits Y/ns face right across the cheek. "You, hitting your own mother?" He unbuckles his belt, fear rushes in Y/ns bleed, all the colour drains from her/his face as a tear falls down on the cheek. "I'll teach you a fucking leason."
MIKE's NIGHTMARE
A gental breeze caresses the heavy branches of a cluster of pine trees. The branches shimmy back and forth in what almost looks like a choreographed dance. In front of the trees, a beam on sunshine slants downward onto bright greed wild grass. The light catches moisture at the tips of the grass blades, making them sparkle, Above the grass, caught in the sun's brilliant illuminanation, an orange toy plane arcs through the air. A little boy's hand grips the body of the plane. The little boy looks to be about fore years old. He has tousled black hair and bow like lips. "Garret." a woman's voice calls out. "Stay close." Garret and his air plane whip past a picnic table and dissapears from the veiw just as a spray of red ketchup splats over a burger on a paper plate lying on a table. "Everything is better with ketchup, right, Mike?" "Yeah!" His elbow knocks the 2L soda. "Oh shoot!" The lady picks it up as fast as she can. Mike turns his head, Garret is gone? He get's up and walks straight as a yellow frizbee falls to the ground, he bends over to pick it up.
VROOM
A car engin goes off, Mike stands up and looks at the back window. Garret. The car rushes away. "Garret." MIke calls out, but the car never stopped. Mike starts to ruj full speed, the cars is too fast, mike stops, he can see Garret mouth Mike! A tear falls down his cheek. "Garret!"
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Mike schmidt x healing user
Aksiyonthis story is for the ones who are lost, lost everyone and everything including themselfs, the ones scard, and scared. Broken into little peices of glass. The ones bruised, trying to heal, bleeding but can't stop bleeding. The ones crying until empt...
