#without air

[poems-she-wrote]

You're my air No one can survive without air

p.s.w

[szobaba-bujva-remisztget]

Fel sem merül, hogy nem repülhetne el

De a menekülő vásznon a kiégetett lyuk hézagos igazságát kutatva

Minden haragját még egyszer felmutatva

Arcokba tornászva koppan

És míg kiabál a semmi

Seszínűn tát a száj

A szövetkölteményét nem kutatják fekete pupillák

Az orrlukak befogva

Lélegzetet nem véve és vissza sem fojtva

Egy nyikkanásnyi csönd is sok a torokba

Másnap a remény földbe verve

Fehér zajjal gyógyítja a képet

Befoltozva az embertépte szépet.

[long-live-bisexuality]

Waking up with no air, feeling that it escapes from you for no reason. It hurts. My heart beats 1000km per hour and I can't do anything to stop it. I open and close my mouth like a little fish in the shore without water. My lungs seem to vibrate, and I don't even know what that means. Hate you asma.

[misshadleyfoster]

Without Air || Part 2

Fucking shit. Why did it feel like her head had been squashed by a goddamn semi truck?

Hadley groaned, her voice cracking as she rolled onto her back. She went to rub her eye but was startled when one wrist went along with the other. As she tried to move more, she realized her legs were the same. Blinking, she tried to clear her vision as she twisted her arms against whatever was holding her hands together. From the way it pulled at her skin, she guessed tape. But why..?

"Morning, sleeping beauty," she heard a voice yawn somewhere off to her right.

Hadley blearily looked up, trying to understand what was happening as her brain continued to wake up. "Br'dy?" she mumbled.

"No sweetie," he voice laughed, and she saw the figure appear from around the couch she'd been placed on and sit beside her. As her vision came back to her, she blinked in confusion.

"Adam?" she choked out. The truck...she remembered walking towards the truck with Adam. But then what happened? "Wh't's goin' on?"

Adam didn't reply at first, instead watching her confused face with some strange look of peace. He reached up and gently brushed a lock of messy hair away from her face, causing her to involuntarily flinch away. Something about this wasn't right. Why weren't they at home? Why wasn't he taking her bindings off?

A terrible feeling began to settle in her gut, making her more alert. She eyed the man in front of her carefully. "Adam...I want to go home. Take me home."

Adam's face darkened for a second, but he recovered, his smile growing even more. "We're on our way. We're going to make a new home, you and me. We'll be there in a few days."

It felt like ice had struck her. A...new home? Slowly and surely, she began to understand the full implications of what was saying, of what was happening. She squirmed away, tears threatening to build as the fear gathered in her stomach. Oh God, she had to get out. Did Brody even know where she was? Hell, did she know where she was?

A tear made it down her face before she even realized. "Adam, please...Just take me home. Please..."

Adam's eyes darkened again, but this time they didn't light back up. "Sweetie," he started again, an edge starting to get into his voice. "This is what's better for us. We can start a new life, away from the drama and the rules of living with those bastards. We can be free this way, you and me. We can make a family, be happy..."

His words drifted off as his eyes drifted lower, his hand slowly working across the lower edge of her shirt. Hadley felt a wave of panic, trying to squirm away but his hand only followed, going farther up her shirt and across her skin.

"No, don't --" Hadley tried to cry out, but his other hand silenced her. Would anyone have even heard her? She squirmed and bucked, trying to get him away from her, but he retaliated by moving more of his weight on top of her until he loomed over her. Tears flowed freely down her face now, so completely trapped beneath a man she'd called her friend.

"Hey, shhhh, it's ok," Adam cooed, his soft voice seeming anything but soothing. But as his hands moved, Hadley's tears only flowed harder. His hand moved beneath her bra, grabbing her breast with so much pressure it hurt, and she cried against the palm of his other hand. She kept trying to get away, try to move, but her attempts became weaker and weaker with loss of energy and hope.

"I'm going to take care of you, watch over you," he said through kisses as his lips worked across her jaw and neck. Hadley tried her best to put it out of her mind, but it was more and more difficult by the minute. "I'll keep my eye on you, feed you, give you everything you ever wanted."

His hand moved from her bra and down along her stomach, and when he came to the hem of her pants, Hadley began to fully scream, even if it was muffled from leaving her lips. Her energy was renewed, but even then it seemed to have no effect on her assailant.

The man didn't even bother with trying to comfort her with words anymore, his lips too busy trailing along her skin, each contact feeling like a hot knife. His fingers reached farther downward below her panty line, and Hadley all but imploded with panic. She continued to scream until her voice was raw as his hand explored, though her energy was almost gone and her body had little will left to fight. All she could do was cry, scream, and just simply beg that it would be over soon.

A finger entered her and then a second, and her cries became that of pain on top of everything else. He paid no regards to her comfort, only working her body as though it was his toy. Eventually her screams died into sobs, and for God knows how long she resigned herself to waiting until it was over, praying over and over that Brody would arrive and save her.

Finally she felt the pressure of his hand release, and his body lifted away from hers. She could have tried to scream more, but all that was inside her seemed to be gone. The only relief she had now was the absence of the pain. She laid there gasping, her eyes wide and unseeing, tears rolling down her face.

Either Adam didn't notice or he didn't care. Either way, he kissed her cheek, stroking the other with the back of his hand. "Don't worry, sweetie. We'll get moving again tomorrow. Good things are waiting for us."

And with that, he left her alone.

[misshadleyfoster]

Without Air || Part 1

"You tired already, lazy bones?"

Hadley, who had draped herself over the couch with an arm slung over her face, grinned at the familiar voice. She was about to retort before a heavy weight slid on top of her, and she gasped and laughed in the same breath.

"Are you trying to kill your little sister?" she gasped out, twisting her body to shift Brody's weight straight onto the floor, where he laid and pouted.

"Little? You're almost 18, that ain't little," he retorted with his usual shit-eating grin, dodging as she swung her leg at him. "Besides, I've got two, one to spare."

Hadley pursed her lips in an attempt to keep her own smile from growing but failed miserably. "You dick."

The front door swung open and George stumbled through, four dead rabbits in hand. The old man's expression was nothing short of thinking the pair were crazy, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Well that's some sort of welcome home," he chuckled in his thick southern drawl. "You two get your chores done today?"

"She made me do hers," Brody over-dramatically whined, faking exhaustion. "I don't know how I managed to do it all in time!" Hadley gave a deadpan expression to George in return, who just laughed harder. "Come on you two, we're moving everything to the shed, looks like it's supposed to rain tonight."

The old man trudged towards the back of the house while Hadley got to her feet, extending a hand to help her brother up. He took her hand, nudging her slightly as he stood. "Come on ginger, you've gotta do SOME work today."

Hadley punched him in the arm with a grin. "Shut the hell up."

The front door opened again, and Hadley smiled at the familiar figure. "How'd hunting with the old man go today, Adam?"

Instead of a normal lighthearted comeback like she had expected, Adam's gaze lingered for a long moment on her. Something was wrong. He gave a quick glance to Brody before returning his eyes to her. "Hey, can we talk?"

"You ok, dude?" Brody asked, stepping slightly forward, sharing a confused look with Hadley.

Adam didn't seem to notice until he nodded. "Yeah, just need to talk to her."

Again Brody and Hadley's eyes met, Brody's questioning and concerned while Hadley's returned a look of being just as lost. She shrugged. "I'll meet you outside when we're done," she offered.

Brody apparently seemed a little off, and hesitated for a long moment before nodding. "I'll be right out back, ok?"

Hadley smiled, watching him leave as Adam moved towards the front door, motioning to the handle. "Can we talk outside?"

Hadley had known Adam for years, and yet she still couldn't figure out what would have him so tense. Did something happen on the hunt? Maybe he saw an old friend of hers, dead? Her stomach dropped at the idea, worrying about who it could be.

She followed Adam out towards the group's truck, hoping he would tell her the news soon. The sooner she knew the better. Glancing back towards the house to see if Brody had returned to watch them, she sighed. "Ok, so what did --"

The last thing Hadley remembered was a warm cloth over her face before her vision swam to black.