cuz fuck nessa >;(
“She’s dead, Tob.”
His brain lingered on the sentence, his arms became limp and the plush he was holding dropped to the floor with no noise, his eyes flicked the the floor. He took a step back, his head spinning, tears beginning to collect and spill over at the edges of his eyes. Everything was so loud and bright, why? They’re trying to hug him, stop it. He stumbled backwards, head spinning, landing against a planter. He sobbed and sobbed, brain not recognizing the people around him, and finally,
He screamed.
He screamed loud, and long. It hurt his throat when he was done but he didn’t care. He yanked and scratched until people restrained him. He didn’t see faces, Who are they, stop touching him. Stop. Voices in his head were screaming. Screaming so loud, help.
“WHERE’S MY M’MMA!” He screamed in what seemed to be agony.
The question made everyone pause, for a moment, but only a moment. He was lifted off the ground and taken somewhere. Everything around him was white now. A Hospital. There’s a needle in his arm, No stop, He doesn’t like needles. He doesn’t feel so good after a moment, and everything goes black. His hands go limp and stop fighting against his bonds. He almost appeared dead as he fell unconscious.
To everyone else he now looks peaceful as he is moved to a recovery room, but the internal pain he is going through is worse than anyone could ever
fathom.
“She’s dead, Tob.”
His brain lingered on the sentence, his arms became limp and the plush he was holding dropped to the floor with no noise, his eyes flicked the the floor. He took a step back, his head spinning, tears beginning to collect and spill over at the edges of his eyes. Everything was so loud and bright, why? They’re trying to hug him, stop it. He stumbled backwards, head spinning, landing against a planter. He sobbed and sobbed, brain not recognizing the people around him, and finally,
He screamed.
He screamed loud, and long. It hurt his throat when he was done but he didn’t care. He yanked and scratched until people restrained him. He didn’t see faces, Who are they, stop touching him. Stop. Voices in his head were screaming. Screaming so loud, help.
“WHERE’S MY M’MMA!” He screamed in what seemed to be agony.
The question made everyone pause, for a moment, but only a moment. He was lifted off the ground and taken somewhere. Everything around him was white now. A Hospital. There’s a needle in his arm, No stop, He doesn’t like needles. He doesn’t feel so good after a moment, and everything goes black. His hands go limp and stop fighting against his bonds. He almost appeared dead as he fell unconscious.
To everyone else he now looks peaceful as he is moved to a recovery room, but the internal pain he is going through is worse than anyone could ever
fathom.
