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!❞
