𝕶𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖄𝖊𝖑𝖑

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𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣:
𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕

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I expected it to be death to sweep me up into his arms, it wasn't.

I closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion that would steal what life I had left in me. I didn't mind that I was going to die, because I think that not all of me will. Some of me already has. Actually, I think that parts of me die every day.

I think that even when I'm dead, parts of me will live on. And so I waited. I waited for the Grim Reaper to seal my fate- even though I'm not sure I believe in him. But death didn't pick me; not today at least. Yet, someone else did.

I had tried so hard not to scream earlier; not to grab the attention of the others. I didn't want them to sacrifice themselves in a pathetic attempt to save me. I however failed when I was swept off my feet by one of WCKD's guards. And not in a fun way.

I had knew they were coming, I just figured I would die before they reached me, clearly I was wrong. I was grabbed under the arms, and quickly surrounded by a shuffle of guards. I was the dragged along the harsh and unforgiving ground.

I struggled the best I could, trying to wriggle out there grasp. I screamed and yelled as loud I could, "Get the fuck off me!" Yet it was to no avail. I don't think the others noticed me, Thomas and the rest of them, although that's good I suppose.

I reached my hands above my head and tried to hit my kidnapper in the face, failing miserably and bruising my knuckles black and blue in the process. The next thing I know a strange buzz fills the air, rattling my body and blood. I'm out cold.
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