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The Screaming Hope

Don’t let yourself ever be forced to do things…

I don't want to.
Even if I'm aware of what it is.
Even if I know I will be forced to. I just inconsciously hope I'm not here. Dead. Numb. Inexistent.

Until I feel the cold hard metal of the gun collide harshly with the back of my head.

I still don't want to move.
Or to look up.
Or to lift myself to stand up and deal with what is going on.
I can't anyway because of the incredible amount of pain running through every single of my nerves.
The impact with the floor of the crevice has been a little more violent than I thought: I know I'm lucky to be alive, but God, in what state I am.
- I won't repeat it, says the very masculine voice. Who. The. Fuck are you and WHO sent you!!!

Whoa I can't answer. My jaw is hurting like hell and every try is like an explosion of mines under my skin.
By the way, it's not like I want to answer him. Or talk to him. What he's gonna do? Shot me? Beat me? Well he can do whatever the hell he wants because I just wann-

Another collision with my head. And everything goes black with a hint of sparkles on the extremities.

Notes

Who is the masculine voice? :)
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Have a nice day or rest of the day

Comments

@nuclearcloud
I'm not fantabulous, silly... But awww thank you ;)

@The American Spirit

No I meant you ;)

nuclearcloud nuclearcloud
3/6/14

@nuclearcloud
Awww.... You're fantabulous! :3

@The American Spirit

Well like their mother :3

nuclearcloud nuclearcloud
3/5/14

@nuclearcloud
They are fantabulous!! :'D