tornado // h.s.

tornado; four

for people who don't know, roseate is a shade of pink. look it up or something its actually a pretty color and if u cant be bothered its flamingo pink yeah

 

C H A P T E R         F O U R

“it’s hard to wait around for something you know might never happen; but it’s harder to give up when you know it’s everything you want.” » unknown

HE CLENCHED his fists, vigorously clouting the strong metal, the contact turning his knuckles into a deep shade of roseate.

"Open the door!" he kept yelling.

"Please!" his deep voice wavered at the end.

"Stop it you're scaring me,"

He turned to look at me, and the sight before me was something so frightening. Tousled hair, bloodshot eyes, and a deathly glare met my gaze. "Scaring you? I'm sorry, I'll stop it and wear a big, big smile on my face and be happy that the love of my life is out there in danger," he groaned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that everyone out there is dead." he spat, eyes widening in sudden realization of the last word.

"Dead," he paced around the room.

"Please calm down, nobody's going to die. We're sa-"

"Dead," he continued, pulling onto his head of curls.

"Stop," I chided.

"Dead, dead, dead!" he looked up from his hands, his eyes meeting mine. His pupils were dilated, and tears began to spill from his eyes.

I remained silent.

He was so vulnerable, something so alien to me. Could what he's saying be true? Perhaps he had been trying to prank me. I brought my hand to my mouth, chewing on my tiny, almost nonexistent, nails, a habit I’d obtained ever since I was a child.

No, I thought, he couldn't be deceiving me; it seemed too real to be a joke.

So, allowing my thoughts to argue whether to believe what he said or not, I stood there in pure silence, watching him break more and more with each cry. No sound other than the small sobs escaping his lips.

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I moaned from the tapping sunlight against my face, and wondered how long I'd been sleeping. I blinked, shut my eyes, and blinked again. I yawned, managing to fully open both eyes.

Sunlight?

I was under a pile of debris, my legs unable to move. “Is anybody there?” I yelled. I tried slipping under the trash on top of me, although I struggled. “Please!”