what is it that disturbs you ___y/n___? / week two
Nothing. Small, enclosed spaces. Drowning. Burning. The Dentist. Being trapped, getting stuck, getting shot. Isolation. Pain. Failing my Mom. Losing control, losing myself, losing respect, losing my family, losing.
It had felt, like everything coming apart. Falling away, and so easily. i didn’t get to do anything, it’s not fair. It wasn’t Gabriel’s first brush with death, but it was the freshest in his mind. The colliding of cold metal against the side of his head, and steel curtains slammed down in front of his vision, and nothing. Alone in the dark, grasping to cling onto solid thought but unable to latch onto anything coherent. The flash of lights, the bursts of sound, the radiating pain. Terrifying pain, knocking everything out of order, a head on fire.
In the aftermath of his concussion, the knowledge that everything could be taken away, just like that, it lingered and hung about Gabriel for months. it’d all be for nothing.
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