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
He stopped where he was. It was true. He did just run off.
”I had no choice, Sam!”
Joel had forced him to leave, talking him out of causing his own death. He would have done it, too. Just one shot to the head. It’d had all been over. But now he’s glad he didn’t.
”I… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Sam.”
He’ll turn a w a y. To shun away his eye contact, to bite more down to refrain snapping, to just realise every bit of anger, misery, perfidy. The teen managed, just by barely, to not let tears to escape; but instead a long sigh from his chest.
He turns; back to his older brother; to his f a m i l y.
Where Sam will close the last inches left in between; his limbs rises from both sides to enfold around Henry as he leans into the hug. His hold was tight and firm, his face secretes into his brother.
Grateful to see him again; grateful to be reunited with him; grateful to be by his S I D E.
now the pitiable teenager is left with the choices he’d thought to never decide between the two men he’d looked up to — who’d taken this young juvenile under their arm. only one of them was f a m i l y — the other was a guardian; who could’ve been countered as a brother.
he’d be stray without b o t h of them. he’d be outcasted without b o t h of them. he’d had no one to trust other than b o t h of them. they’d meant a lot to him. there wouldn’t be any other way he wouldn’t want to lose them B O T H.
sam abstains — to b r e a k down — to not snap; but as much as he would; he couldn’t. this question is meant to be answered — yet his mind hasn’t set on a full answer.
Luke? or Henry? Luke or Henry?
❝This… —This isn’t F A I R! I’d save them both — they both will live! They — none of them can’t leave me… They both p r o m i s e d!❞
”Do you think I wanted to leave? Joel kept insisting. It was getting dangerous, Sam!”
He took one hesitant step forward. His brother was there, alive. Maybe his mind wasn’t playing tricks on his this time.
”I missed you, Sam. I cried every night because of you. I thought I lost my only family that night. I kept having nightmares.”
He took another step closer.
❝… …. You—…❞
His own diminutive figure trembles from mixed; c o n f l i c t i n g sentiments; of resentment and despair. He desired to be happy of being able to feel the existence his own flesh and B L O O D– he’d covet to be in is arms again – yet all he’ll discern the feeling of desertion and treachery.
Sam vacillates.
Keeping his chin up; his lips pursing tightly as he could – refrain from biting down – refrain from just b r e a k i n g down. He, himself, knows to hold all of that emotions bottled up would force him to snap.
❝—You could’ve tried to save me! But… you – you just ran off!❞
He heard his name. A familiar voice. He’d hear it every night. Instincts told him to turn around. He did. There he was.
”…Sam?”
The name stuck like glue to his tongue. Ever since that day, ever since that happened, he had nightmares. His mind would play tricks on him. He took a step backwards, away from the boy.
”You ain’t real. Just a trick my mind is playing on me again.”
The downcast expression crosses his aspects. Evidently stung by the ventures of his older brother. Not once Sam tried to take a step forward–
–but his fists scrunches into balls of fists. His lips bare his teeth by the snarl. The juvenile promptly snapping;
❝You… –you left me behind to d i e!❞
His heart picks up it’s speed; as his breath cracks for air. He is vexed, however beaming to see him again.
he gawks with the astonishment. who he’d thought he could never find until – a very long time. a first; hesitant; step was taken. Sam didn’t trust this first sight yet, how was he supposed to believe this was Henry – his brother he’s been searching for since – that incident.
