Ashes To Ashes

Ashes To Ashes

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In a world of decay , the only thing I could see was my impending doom. The end of the world is a lot more boring than you'd think ( other than the constant feeling that you'll be eaten alive) No honestly , it is. Well. That is until I traveled so far into the forest , running from a rotter that I found a tribe of people banned together. They had the most incredible physique. All of them were tan and slender or very muscular. Only a few men did not possess the muscles of most men there. As I run into the safe haven I trip and the rotter then falls on top of me. The clashing of his teeth so near me I begin to panic. Grabbing the nearest thing to me I repetitively bash his head until there's no movement. I breathe hard , shoving him off. As I look up trying not to notice the contraption around my ankle that caused me to trip a large man comes through the crowd. " she's mine" the deep voice called out , coming through the crowd. The depth of his eyes caught me first , but the second? The way he looked at me as if he could ravish me the second he got me alone.
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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

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