“One.” She whispered.
“Two.” Breathe Arden, focus of breathing.
“Three.” She can feel his presence behind her.
“Four.” Is this even real?
“Five.” She can hear him breathing.
“Six.” Movement, she saw movement.
“Sev-” She was cut off by a hand covering her nose, there’s something soft though, a cloth? Why on earth would there be a cloth?
She wondered as she drifted into endless darkness.
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Bullets and Bullshit
Teen FictionWhat does Isaac do when the person keeping him sane, keeping his peices from falling apart, is gone?
