The small, prison like window allocated almost near the dingy ceiling provided no help to Curly Shepard because only god knows how long he's been held here.
This was all Tim's fault,if he had just let him tag along for once then he wouldn't be in this damn mess but as usual, Tim ain't never listened to shit Curly's said.
As much as he hated to admit it, he missed his dirty,run down home. He missed the blood stain on the wall that seemed to be imprinted there as no one's had any luck getting it out,
Hell, he even missed Angela and her yapping voice,bitching into the phone for hours with no end.
He bit his nails anxiously with lack of any thing else to do as his mind circled back to the same aggravating thought, 'were they even looking for him'
As quickly as the thought surfaced he shook it away, Christ he's been cooped up in here so long he's getting soft
*flashback*
Curly Shepard had kicked with all his might, trying so desperately to remember every move he had ever been taught to no avail.
Suddenly, a cold grimy hand pressed up against his mouth and in seconds he was light headed
The last thing he remembered before passing out was a bunch of mumbling and a car door slamming
*flashback over*
Curly winced. He could still remember every second of that day, every word, the days free that though? They all blurred together making him feel as if he was losing his damned mind
He settled back against the hard floor and closed his eyes, dreading what was to come
YOU ARE READING
I'm suffocating
FanfictionIf it was at the point that death was the only solution that Curly Shepard could think of then it was bad
