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⠀I could not fathom the number of times my head had rattled against the cool glass of the car window. How many times I would tilt my head back and watch the passing, tall trees. As if a spike merry-go-round.
⠀It did seem like this past winter, all we had done was go around in circles. Every place looked the same, with its dreary backdrop accompanied by our tired gazes.
⠀I had been sitting in the same seat these months and it had clearly gotten old. Not only the car, and the fabric which I sat upon, but the routine. There was a gnawing for change that almost hurt. Whereas the world before held multiple, colorful possibilities ― this one was almost black and white ― but to me it was gray. As if the morals had all blended together, into one big mess of killings and lack of mercy.
⠀Mercy was not normally something you associated with me. I did not receive it so it was only fitting I never gave it back.
⠀Everyone was starving. We lived on stale things and small pickings, not going around the group too generously. It was obvious that most of us had lost the muscle we needed to protect ourselves.
⠀And with me being out of commission for quite some time, I was weaker than I needed.
⠀The overwhelming silence that hung over us like a daunting fog seemed to blind our positivity. Make us think there was nothing more to anything than the ground we stood on. There was just the road, and then there was us.
⠀I felt a drip run itself down my spine, as I used my right thumb to gently press the sticky part of my bandage back onto my stomach ― it was slowly falling away, no help to the heat. When winter ends, the water mixes in the air and causes us to breathe heavily at the swirling scenery.
⠀I leaned forward from against the burning car, adjusting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. I furrowed my brows, listening carefully to the sounds that emanated from the house in front of us.
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⠀I felt my ankles ache beneath me, as I crouched low towards the ground. I wouldn't sit, I would continue to have a higher ground than the mess I had made. It laid out in front of me, seeping into the wood of the floor.
⠀I could almost hear the wet creak beneath my feet, but I was too consumed by the soft tick of a watch. Other than the unrecognizable pile that was once Will, his arms and hands were still intact. It was a design of carnage proportions. But at the turn of his hand, wrapped tightly around his wrist was a watch.
