ha... finished one out of thirty nine muse pages for my new muse page... yay....
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ha... finished one out of thirty nine muse pages for my new muse page... yay....
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--> He takes in a deep breath as hands gently take hold of his arm, forcing himself not to rip it away. He’s been getting better with touch, slowly readjusting to knowing what it’s like to be touched by someone who doesn’t want to hurt him, but he feels like the past events set him back several steps and he hates it. He hates that any time he starts to feel normal again the men in charge of testing remind him that he’s far from it. That they’ve had fourteen fucking years to break him and strip him of anything that would make him feel safe and normal and almost succeeded. He’s shaking slightly, focusing on keeping his breathing steady as Avery inspects the bandaging. He’s torn the edges, the gauze fraying where he picked at it.
He feels bad. They keep trying to help him, and he keeps getting worse. He thinks he should just tell them that he’s not worth it anymore. Was he ever though?
“Please. Thank you.”
(( I was out watching a football game and my phone fell off the bleachers
It looks like someone smashed my phone with a hammer