@shiny-warboy liked for a starter
Marvelous knew she wasn't supposed to sneak around at night. Night wasn't a good time for anyone. The Immortan came around to visit their beds, drunken warboys stumbled the halls, and scavengers hunted under the cover of darkness.
She didn't care. Sleep wouldn't come to her. Marvel, laying in her soft bed earlier that night, was haunted by her own thoughts. Hundrends of them bombarded her relentlessly in a swirl of chaos. She was treated like royalty while people died on the ground below, some were being picked off by cancer, praising a man who was the monster in her closet. Any time he could come and plant a child in her, or not. Either way she was doomed. If she had a baby, it would be taken away, as well as be a product of abuse and hatred. She wouldn't be able to bear having to ask herself if she could love that child. On the other hand, of she didn't, she was one step closer to being thrown back into the wastes to die. Her life was a dead end, a pool of blackness that threatened to swallow her whole. She could think of only one speck of light in that blackness, and that was Garrett.
She tip toed through the caverns, lit by orange lights mounted on the wall every ten feet. She could navigate her way to Garrett's bunk with her eyes closed, so it didn't take long for her to reach it. Thankfully, she didn't run into anyone else on her way.
She saw him there, back to her, fast asleep, and felt a spark of envy at his peacefulness. She was a wreck, her tendrils of hair tangled and shadows under her pale eyes. She crept towards him, reaching out with a soft hand and prodding his shoulder. Her expression was vulnerable and tired as she waited for him to wake.
