every sleep a little death { rowan's last }
Jun 15, 2015 21:50:57 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jun 15, 2015 21:50:57 GMT -5
{ disclaimer }Please, for the love of god, if you're thinking about jumping this thread and attacking anyone involved in it, then please, please, please don't. I just want one final send off. You'll have your bloodshed later but please know that if you do decide to ruin this, you really will be screwing yourself over. I hate to have to post this disclaimer at all but unfortunately I have to add this precaution and warning. Please, out of respect, think before you act. Thank you.
[presto][/presto]
{ rowan }
just when we think there is a chancethere is never quite enough time leftto prove our beliefs, to prove we are strong
Monsters aren't lurking in the shadows of my mind or the corners of my conscience, nor are they placed between the spines of trees in the dark or snaps of branches in the daylight. Monsters are real. I can see them in the eyes of these children as they circle me. This place turns them into terrible, bloodthirsty, desperate creatures. I cannot run this time, but my god do I try.
I make the mistake of looking back.
And then they strike me down.we just need some sleepwe just need some timeto catch our breath
There is red everywhere - how fitting. My ear is on fire. I cannot breathe. I cannot register anything but pain - scorching, white-hot, incandescent pain. They've been waiting seventeen years to catch me and I've been running away all that time. But I'm too tired to run. Too broken. I succumb to my nightmares, letting out a gargled scream as the monsters attack me and I am broken apart - waiting and waiting and waiting to wake up.
"Please-" I sputter to no-one and anyone. "Please help- "
Wake up, Rowan.
But I don't wake up. Instead, I fall. And yet as a blade slices at my chest and I feel my body jerk in a final defeat and fall backwards slowly and all at once, I do not hit the dirt-covered ground. Arms encompass me, breaking my fall, and I close my eyes and let them drag me away from this madness. (This must be death - comforting, freeing, almost like I'm flying.)
Thank you, I want to whisper to my saviour. But my mouth cannot move.
A voice calls my name.
Rowan!
I'm so tired.
Rowan! Rowan!
For a second, I slip into darkness.the fear that we feelin our troubled heartsis told to be what will make us last
Their voices pull me back. In a blink of an eye I am looking at the sky and curious faces. (I flinch, but their eyes aren't twisted with rage and fear. They look sad, almost. Scared. But not scared enough to hurt me.) Everything hurts and everything is slowing down, a name floats to the surface of my mouth to join a face looking back down at me. Stella. And Key, and Simon, and the others in the distance approaching with cautious steps instead of violent intentions. I want to say thank you but I can't. Instead I force a smile with blood-coated lips and reach up to grab her hand. They are not monsters - they are my saviours.
"Th-th-th-tha-thank-"
(It's too much. It's too much and not enough.)
With every syllable I speak my grip on Stella's hand tightens.
"I'll see you soon" I hear, a cacophony of canon-blasts and screams and footsteps and words fading in and out of the sky above. Towering over me, I feel warmth trembling at my forehead. I nod, slowly, even though every movement sends fire through my veins. Ice leaks from my eyes and I begin to shake - it hurts so much but I still don't want to go.
"Sleep," someone whispers after a while, as if they have known all this time that that is what I've really been fighting for. Battling fear for so, so long, my fight stretching across days and nights and weeks and years. I'm not scared anymore. There is no more fear in my universe.
I do not slip into the comfort of darkness this time.
I fall.we just need some sleepto dream away these fearswe just need some time to clear our crowded minds