Andrew doesn't speak while he drives. He won't tell me where he's going, or why it's clearly not somewhere he wants to go. The landscape passes by all too quickly- the greens and greys and whites all blur together into one big mess. I lean my head on the window and try my hardest to stop thinking. It doesn't work.
Eventually, the sky turns from grey to a deep purple, and Andrew looks completely spent. I've forgotten before that regular people need sleep on a daily basis. Looking at the clock means nothing to me; I've never used one, or needed one before. There is a long stretch of road with no streetlights, no other cars, and no buildings. The only real noise is the thrum of the road under the tires. I keep my eyes focused on the sky, because this is the first time in nearly seven years I've seen it from outside the basement. The sky itself is a dark, deep purple, littered with stars. It's my favorite thing in the world, aside from the person sitting less than a foot away from me.
((A.N: very short chapter this time; I'll start writing more often though so don't sweat it)
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Bad Blood
Ficción GeneralSam has grown up his whole life...differently. He's used to being the outsider, but when things go bad, being cursed might not be the worst thing going on.
