Aug 13, 2015
The Aftermath
thejacobmurphy
Dylan had just walked out of the cove and headed back to the cabin. His other hand was now bloody after he punched the wall. His head was pounding and everything was hurting. He couldn’t even knock on the door before he found himself breaking down outside of the door. His knees buckled from underneath him as his sobs started to rake his body. He rocked back and forth on the porch a nervous wreck.