When you opened your eyes, you instantly regretted it.
The light that was pouring in the window was like a knife in your brain. You threw the blankets over your head in a desperate attempt to keep all of it out.
You then proceeded to realize that these weren’t your blankets. Nor was this your bed.
Bracing yourself you sat up slowly, but the rush of blood to your head, made you feel dizzy. Blinking groggily, you looked around. You were in room that could have been a child’s.
There was a pirate flag on the wall with a skull and cross bones on the front, along with a table covered in an array of action figures.
There was a computer, opened up to some social media site and a book shelf with a few books neatly lined up.
In fact, you were laying
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There were large bruises on your neck, showing that you were strangled.
You let out a small squeak and traced your fingers slowly across the bruises. You felt tears sting your eyes.
You knew that after being strangled it was going to leave marks, but nothing like this.
You were trying to keep from crying in front of Papyrus, but he must have noticed your struggle; he wordlessly opened his arm. You practically dove into them and he hugged you tightly. You stood there numbly at first before wrapping your arms around him in a vice grip as if he was going to run away.
Your body began to shake with the sobs that racked your body
“I’m s-so sorry” You muttered to no one in particular. Papyrus simply stroked your hair and Shh-ed you.
When you were all cried out you stepped away from Papyrus and wiped your face. You must have looked disgusting.
Papyrus took your hand and led you back to his room, tucking you into his bed, he gave you more water and the pain medication.
You sat by the edge of your bed and you eyed him slowly “How do you know how to take care of someone with a hangover Papyrus?” you asked him slightly
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“Papyrus… I’m sorry, for everything. I’ve been such an awful friend… And I-I just…” You were starting to cry again. You weren’t sure if it was the hangover that was making you emotional, or if you just needed to get rid of all you’re pent up emotions.
Papyrus took your hand and smiled at you “Nonsense (Y/N)! You’ve Been A Wonderful Friend, You Just Have To Have Someone Like Me, The Great Papyrus, To Rely on!”
You felt an overwhelming amount of gratefulness flood you.
He was being so nice to you when he knew almost nothing about you.
Papyrus stood up to leave but your hand shot out and grabbed his “Stay with me” you whispered feeling your cheeks heat up.
Papyrus smiled at you and sat on the edge of the bed and intertwined your fingers with his.
You lay your head on the pillow and almost instantly slipped into a dreamless sleep, feeling safe and loved.
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After another couple hours of sleeping, Papyrus insisted that you come down stairs and allow him to make you
I remember falling asleep, but I don’t remember being in a bed. I had fallen asleep in the hall due to my emotional state. My body didn’t need the sleep. My mind did. I’m actually happy I did. It got my mind off all my problems and sorrows for a good while. I sit up, pushing the unfamiliar blankets off my body. I’m in a strange hard bed in a foreign room. Everything around me feels new and alien. This isn’t my dull little prison. This room is slightly decorated with light brown walls and a dresser covered with random things.
As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.
My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.
Stuffed between two pillows,my head was still and my breathing was warm and hard,with the prickling feeling of guilt covering me like a blanket.I ached to sob, but my eyes wouldn't succumb,they seemed adement on keeping my irises dry and stinging from perpetual burning.
Light rushes through a gap in the curtain flooding into my eyes. Irritated, I roll over onto my side, covering my face with an old pillow that smelt like cheese puffs. Consequently I’m itchy all over, must of left the door open and let the bed bugs bite. Crawling out of bed right leg, searching for the floor to regain reality and get out of bed. Ordinarily my eyes tried adjusting to the bright
Mercutio, sitting comfortably on his hospital bed, bobs his head side to side as the nurse changes his bandages. He seems to be enjoying his time staying at the hospital: being the cousin of the prince, he gets his own private room and a beautiful view of Verona. As the nurse finishes, he winks and his eyes follow her leaving the room. “Alright, so you want to know about my brave incident?” he says as I grab a chair to sit down with him.
Hi my name Lorenzo and I just found out my dad is Hermes and I thought it was pretty cool till a 3 months ago I was attacked by my dog that really wasn’t my dog but a monster a Hydra at that. I know that I was a demigod when my mom took me to a new shoe store and it was called The winged shoes of tomorrow.
I pushed my arms ahead of me, using them to more easily tear my way through the winding vines. My skin was torn, red and bloody, but that was okay. It shows that I am trying. I'm persistant and I will never give up.
In Anniston, Abra opened her eyes and drew a large, gasping breath. Rather than jewels, her tears resembled a steadily rushing stream. She held her neck gingerly, rubbing at it and at the same time attempting to conceal her injury from her parents. It was sore, and she knew it would hurt even more later.
A groan- that you could only imagine a Bear making- came from my throat as I stretched my stiff muscles, wiping absentmindedly at my face. Something cold and wet spread across my hand and I looked down, slightly relieved at not seeing blood. I drew the jacket aside and cringed at the drool that had pooled on the book's
Blank Blood poured from my wrist, Streaming down as I pulse my fist. Swallowed the pain and tore the skin, Used my old blood stained pin. Black blood poured to the floor, Cry and screaming, slashing for more.
The shocking shriek. A cry of pain escapes my own mouth, for this is truly unforgivable. I’m out of time to run, the scream was too loud. The guard lays unmoving, lifeless. The gash on his neck is gushing blood.
I have been drowned. Chukked in a cold sea when you can’t swim, Makes the whole body numb, And freezes the heart and soul. I have been confined, By your existence that are my chains, Scraping my wrists and ankles, Causing my body to bruise and my skin to bleed. Billions of bandages and billions of bruises,
I could only see two things, smoke and dust. I closed the window then rushed to the elevators, non of them was functioning except one. Eventually we got over on the primary floor, as soon as the door opened everyone ran out.
Gyro lay on his cot, sandwiched in between you and Johnny, huddling for warmth. You curled away from him, stiff and rigid in your discomfort. However, in his own discomfort, he turned on his side and wrapped his arm around your stomach. You almost squeaked.