jobikilled:
He tries to be patient but the never-ending scratching of his mind pushes him to the brink. Never trusting himself to be alone, not down here, not without an escape, too sober for this. He hears her voice, a voice that sounded like home, a voice that held power, fear, not to Jasper, he wasn’t afraid of what she’s become, he was always supportive. He gingerly enters, desperate for some distraction, fearing that his body will take over, he had to be strong, for him? Jasper didn’t even know why he was still alive, there was no purpose anymore. He puts on his regular mask, pretending to be a fraction okay, straining his voice to a higher octave, ❛ Tough day at work? You look like you could use a massage. ❜
‘ DON’T TOUCH ME ’ not one beat is missed as she snarls harsher than she intended. it was nothing against jasper , nor his intentions. it was however , the reaction created by the MULTIPLE LAYER WALL she had built over the ages. AGGRESSION had become her go - to emotion , ANGER had become her lingering mood. the girl who once smiled in joy as she explored the earth had died long ago. leaving behind a nothing more than a SHELL in it’s place. ‘ don’t –– touch –– me ’
