SaintNightshade's Literatures
It feels like the station is suddenly full of people and you feel a bit lightheaded, nauseous even... Where's that static buzzing noise coming from? These guys... This feels wrong, you don't know why, you can't put your finger on it.
What kind of fucked up decisions in his life had led to this? Wait... never mind, forget that... It was probably the blow to the head...
Then do it! I didn't choose to be here and I sure as hell didn't choose YOU as my babysitter; just another faceless monster.
Big warning for IMPLIED child abuse, child SA and child death. None of it is descriptive or glorified in any way but it is obvious what is being implied.
It was supposed to be a simple job, the guys were trespassing in Mother's area of the woods and saw something they shouldn’t have which meant it was bye-bye time… this isn’t how I wanted it to go.
Description of a panic attack (from personal experience).
A pair of hands suddenly rested on his shoulders jolting him every so slightly from his daze, he couldn't think straight, couldn't see who the hands belonged to. His eyes were blurry from the tears he was trying to hold back and his mind was a jumbled mess.
Once he realized what his parents thought of him and how ready they were to overlook certain things; he made sure that their view never faltered, he would be perfect, he would smile when necessary and act accordingly. He was a good liar and his parents were idiots.
Void was content with the life he lived, it was rough and dirty but it was his.
They had been behind all of the strange happenings over the course of the previous day and night, the noises, things moving, strange figures in the corner of the eye.
With every handful of people that went into Ashwood rumors would spread that half of them never came back out or that no one who went in ever came out again.
Long tendrils writhed about from its back and a red slit down its chest glowed faintly and seemed to draw him in.