strungmeup & justasavxge & hungfornaught
WHEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES F I R E BURNED THE INSIDE OF HIS EYELIDS.
&& the s c r e a m s plagued his every single movement, rising up into his throat, clawing away at his insides to tatter up his heart. it was too much to deal with and the fragility of his mind broke into ( three ), taking on other personalities to deal with the stress and impact he now found himself in.
fingers fluttering over the mess on the ground, murphy bit at his lip, flashes of memories washing over him, stealing his breath right from his lungs.
"no, NO, no," he whispered, shaking slightly as the FLAMES returned && he could see the hollowed out eyes of his father && hear the harsh words of his mother who was passed out on the bed, fingers stained red from the marks resting on his pained skin.
( melancholic )
