Head of Thunderstorms

There was something chilling and mysterious about thunderstorms. But at the same time, it was ever so calming. The only time there was ever truly was silence ironically enough. Even with the loud claps of thunders and lighting strikes in the distance, it was just soft radio static to you.

"Y/n! Get back inside or you'll get sick, you damn brat!"

The slow turn of your head was bone chilling but the empty look in your eyes was worse. "Shh... If you're too loud they might come back."

"Who!?"

Gears turned in your head as you stared at one of your many captors "The voices.. you.. you don't hear them?"

WARNINGS:

THIS STORY WILL DEAL WITH HARMFUL EXPERIENCES, ADULT THEMES, AND VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! There is also mention of gang violence and drug dealings. This story isn t as detailed as I would hope but I felt the need for the warning anyway.

(I apologize in advance. I'm 💫traumatized💫 and use writing as an outlet)

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