those things out there... what if the people are still inside? what if they're trapped in there without any control of their body? scared of it happening to me...
tracks #ofthevictiim
written by amber
” — Sam, I— I’m so sorry I wasn’t ‘round I … fuck … “
[ Arms folded around the boy, this was too damn close. ]
” — ‘s gonna be okay, Sam, I promise … “
[his wails cracks his breath; this poor child was near death; because he was a l o n e – he became a facile p r e y. fear and shock strickens him; ultimately making him delicate; the impairment of his skin puncturing through his flesh. smaller limbs reinforces around his g u a r d i a n’s waist, sensing the return of the hold of someone he can trust and looked up to; being the sense of e a s e; sam was overjoyed to be back into luke’s arms – where’d he feel secure – despite of damage being done previously. his head turns to a side to let himself b r e a t h – discharging ever last bit of his anxiety and distress he’d felt – his hands firmly clenching the fabric of the other’s shirt… … where w a s luke when this happened? why wasn’t he there to prevent the t o r m e n t this unforunate little boy agonised where DEATH became an option? sam was blessed to still be alive to see his f a c e again.]
❝I – I … c–could’ve died… I was… I was gonna die!❞
█ ▌{ ;; ➸ ;; } —-❝Hey, Sam, it’s alright. I ain’t leaving. Ipromise.❞ After all, the young survivor should know how being abandoned feels like, of how broken your heart would feel and the sorrow you would experience afterward. Why ever would she allow her best friend, of all people, to acknowledge the very same emotions she did?
