ᖭི༏ᖫྀ
desolation: a state of complete emptiness or destruction.
anguished misery or loneliness.
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"Ellie frowned at my refusal to shake her hand. I sensed her following me into the bar, and my emotions were bubbling over, threatening to erupt. I wan...
disclaimers: mentions of describing PTSD symptoms and recalling traumatic events.
The cold, biting air against my skin made me shiver. Fear consumed me.
I sat in the cage that held me captive as David approached. Tears were already pooling in the corners of my eyes, and he smiled widely, an evil grin stretching across his face. His eyes darkened as he gripped the bars of the cage, taunting me.
"Are you ready for me?" he hissed, the words like venom dripping from his mouth. I cried harder, hugging myself and shaking my head in desperate refusal.
"No, please no. Please. Don't," I pleaded, scooting frantically to the farthest corner of the cage, trying to get as far away from him as possible. He stepped closer, inching towards me, but just before his fingers touched my cold skin, I gasped awake.
I clutched my chest as it rose and fell rapidly; I was hyperventilating, panicking, and trying desperately to calm my shaky, quick breaths. Tears streamed down my cheeks before I could even try to hold them back.
Just a dream. I mentally hushed myself, pulling my knees to my chest in the bed I lay in, my half-asleep state growing more aware each moment. I was in Jackson, not at home anymore. I steadied my breathing, still clutching my chest and hugging myself, needing something—someone to hold onto.
Maria had decided to let me stay in an uninhabited house in Jackson before they questioned me today. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It was an older, small house with decorations strewn around, fake flowers on the bedside table, and a few worn couches in the living room visible from the single bedroom. The walls were made of wood, and the floors were carpeted. I fell back on the bed, plopping against the pillows and breathing a sigh of relief—I was temporarily living a life of luxury. Heated air grazed my skin.
"They even have fucking heat!" I muttered quietly to myself, a smile tugging at my lips as I snuggled deeper into the bed sheets. The bed consumed me as I stared into the blank space on the wall, a pleasant dissociation engulfing me. I would lay like this until Maria and Tommy came by.
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𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕃𝕦𝕩𝕦𝕣𝕪
A knock on the door caught me by surprise. I sat up slowly, yawning and realizing I had fallen back asleep while I waited for them to get here. I stretched my arms above my head, blinking away the tiredness in my eyes before swinging my legs off the side of the bed. Reluctantly, I shuffled out of the warm sheets and walked to the front door. Maria stood there, her expression flat as she took in my tired state. I could tell she was still not very pleased that I was here.
"Got some good rest?" she asked, noticing how much I needed the comfortable sleep. I nodded in response, a small smile of gratitude finding my lips as I opened the door wider and stepped aside, letting her come in.
