@tupelohoneywrites — cont’d from !!
jack hadn’t known where to go or what to do. wendy was the last person he had wanted to see — she was so innocent. she still knew very little about his past and the amounts of guilt he harbored. and it had come back to haunt him. another person like him — an addict, only their vice was much worse than his — coming to get him. not his supply — him. jack was tall and large. it was hard to take him in combat. and yet — there had been so many. b̴̡̟̱̖̖̍̎̀́̔͂̋͠l̨̢̨̝̥͚̫̲̞̂̈̇̀̇̇̅͢͝͠o̵͈͓͎͈̼̗͇̭̱͗͗͆͗̍̊̎o̵̧̝͍͙̟͉͋̉̏̕͠d̟̘̪̖͔̓͌͐̒̈̀̈́̔͊ ơ̵̞͚̤̳̖̓̿̉͟͜͢͠n̶͉̙̳̥̣̝͙̍̏̓̅̏͊̐̎͊͝ p̧̛̞͖̪̺͎͔͔̈́̇̑̽͊̉͟͡͞á͖̞̯͚̦͓̼́͋͌̀̄ͅv͓̘̙̤̹̂̐͋̐̋̓̋͑͗͢͟ȅ̛̳͇͇̮͖̮̣͉̰͒̀͑̓͜͡͝m͎͇͚̜̱͇̗͆̈́̀̓́e̢̙̞͎͖̅̇͒͑̀̓̈̕̕͟͡ṋ̨̛̛̞̰̩̼͍̻̘̥̽̾́̓͑̕͘͝t̴̨͈̭͚̰̫̱̉̋̽̀̾̉̚͘͝ he felt weak. hands trembling as he was aided over to the couch. all of it came in a haze. wendy was blurry, the loss of blood making it hard to focus. it seemed her words were coming from much further away. he didn’t even noticed how badly off he was. covered in a lot more blood than he ever had been, both his and that of other people. his hands were trembling violently. his eyes were wide open and he was mumbling to himself. ❛ i can’t go back there. ❜ over and over again.













