You were best friends ever since he hoisted you out of the box. Newt’s insides lit up, just like how he imagined sunsets looked, when he saw you. You reminded him of what freedom must have felt like before the glade. You were his liberation, but to you, he was your calm. He was the far off galaxies deep in the confines of your forbidden memories, and occasionally you’d see the stars in his eyes when he’d throw you a long quiet glance. They weren’t rare in the slightest, but it was rare that you caught him staring at you. You’d always shiver and brush them off as daydreams of the world beyond the maze. A few months later, you heard him crying in his room in the dead of night. You knew he had nightmares, but you had never heard him cry before. Silently, you tiptoed in, sneaking passed the door to keep it from creaking and crawled under the sheets with him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding his back to your chest and rested your cheek on his messy head of hair. He woke up in torment, thinking he might still be trapped in the maze, but you held him as he jerked forward in fear. It took a few seconds for him to realize where he was, and who was holding him, their hushed whispers falling into his reality. …show more content…
He turned his head, straining his neck and squinting his eyes, staring into the midnight blue that engulfed the room at this time of night. You were nothing but a shadow to him, your silhouette bleeding into the darkness of his room. You tightened your grip on him, your face falling to his shoulder, “Yeah, I’m here. Don’t worry.” He sighed, laying his head on his pillow, listening to your heartbeat. You would have asked what happened that made this nightmare particularly bad; instead you laid there with him, rubbing circles on the tops of his hands quietly. It was then Newt realized he’d fallen for you. Not only were you his freedom, you were his
"I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house."
night about losing the people that I grew up with and loved. This was my first
“THe shadows around me roused themselves as if from a deep sleep and left silently in every direction”
With lightning speed, he pulled it out and put it to his mouth. His eyes lit up, a smile, like a grimace, illuminated his ashen face. And was immediately extinguished. A shadow had lain down beside him. And this shadow threw itself over him.
A pair of dark lavender eyes split open as a young man startles awake with a gasp of frigid air entering his lungs. His body is aching and burning as if he has been running for miles without rest. "Where am I?" the man rasps out in between a huge gulp of air. He looks to his surroundings and sees the shadows cast by the morning light spreading over the many bodies littering the ground around him.
You heard muffled talking which made your body go tense. Last night's memory was so blurry and you couldn't recall who brought you here. But the familiar eyes of the forest was imprinted in your mind and you didn't know who it belonged to. The thought of them bringing you here with the intention to hurt you reminded you of the fight with your parents. "How dare you speak to us like that?
I flew into his room to find his bed empty.I started to panic ,He had been that he was very restless and tired because of those loud monsters partying until the nic of dawn.As I
My hand continued to throb, but my heart hurt more. I yelled at him over something so stupid and he didn't care, he still took care of me when I was hurting. Consequently, my mind raced a million miles a minute of all the the things he's done for me, over analyzing the silliest of things. After, staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever. "Matt?" I whispered, wondering if he dozed off.
When he started to fall asleep I would remind him through the intercom to stay awake, and if he started again, I would shock him with a quick zap of electricity. Afterwards he would yell at me, but I would tell him it was for his own good. The only thing I didn’t think about too much was me, I constantly had to monitor him, and I also needed to sleep. After 2 and a half days, I risked it, I laid my head down on my desk and set an alarm for 6 hours, that would be an ample amount of sleep.When I awoke, my eyes were heavy but I was rested enough for another shift of watching Josh. When I turned toward the screen, he was motionless, my eyes widened when I realized why, he was
I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body
You already know what awaits you. You feel alone. You were not left behind…unwilling to speak and fight. Unable to open your eyes. Face your tormenter. You are so unsure of yourself. Here I’ve always stood, unable to tell what I have been trying to say, all these years. I am trying to save you. Please, open your eyes. It may hurt, but you need the truth…even when it hurts. Pleeeaasssseeeeee…” and the voice faded as I woke up for real, feeling refreshed. I squinted and saw a light. Twisting and turning my head and back to figure out where I was, I realized I was sitting in front of my partner, Russell
Sweat dripped down my face as I tried as hard as I could not to move a muscle. I heard the latch on the wooden door open. “What’s in here?” demanded the slave catcher, questioningly. “Oh nothing, just a - a few pots and pans,” she stammered. The slave catcher slightly opened the door.
My mind wondered to Braedon once more as I watched Justice settle down in the plush chair beside my bed. But I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and laid down in the bed facing him. We watched youtube for a while but eventually tired of that, he closed his phone and made a gesture for me to sit on the chair with him. But there wasn't room so I just sat on my lap and buried my face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around me. It was so comfortable, I felt safe and suddenly everything I had been holding back forced it’s way out and I felt that deep set burning sadness again but as soon as that happened he held me tighter as if somehow he knew. But he couldn't have because I showed no sign of it. I wanted to cry but I didn’t I just hide my face so he couldn't see it and waited until the wave of sadness passed. But then another one came crashing over me as I realised how much I wished it was Braedon holding me instead. I missed him so much and I would give anything to be in his arms again, but that was wishful thinking, I steared my mind away from
our journey came upon us. The sun had just climbed over the first huge hill and its brilliant
I found myself in the same spot, every night for months, lying next to someone I knew I never should have gotten involved with. Feeling trapped, yet comfortable. Comfortable with the chaos – a scary situation. Why do we end up here? How? It somehow felt worth it and he made it seem so easy and I believed the things he told me. With him is where I wanted to be and night after night it's where