the blood, it burned
it felt hot on my head
my vision was like a cave, but not darkness. no, it was rather something more like nothingness.
i could hear the echoing screams of my friends that tore against my shield
i want to scream back too
'i'm fine'
i'm not
i'm paralysed; stuck in this position helplessly as wish for someone to take me out of this agony. it wasn't the agony from the cuts across my skin, nor was it the inflammation inside my lungs.
it was the words that tore against me, and my will to live.
please take me out of this hell, resurrect me and bring to my freedom
i want to live
but even if i cease to exist from this incident, i know i protected someone else
i could feel the hot steam bathing my arm, and the yanking of the car door, threatening to tear the car open.
there were skidding of the wheels too. the contestants stopped. at least they had the audacity to stop
there were choruses of screams and hollows, and choirs of calls for help.
though, i was ready to delve into a world i would be encased in for weeks
it'll all be a dream anyways
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midnight stories | lee jeno √
Fanfiction"you're all the same, so dependent on your useless happily ever after and you're prewritten story. i don't care if i ruined this facade of a world, but at least i'm willing to flip my own pages and make my own once upon a times. in fact, glass on my...
