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kingdomdressing2008-09-05 07:56 pm
atenderbruise.livejournal.com) wrote in kingdomdressing2008-09-05 07:56 pm
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it's a very, very mad world
[Jingle. The light blue collar around his neck gave a small ring from his head tilting up to try and call out for someone, anyone. But the pain that flared up from his torso made his throat close up again, he'd never try to defend himself with a bat again...It would only be used against him.
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he couldn't cry. All he could do was bleed and scream inside of his head, leaning it to the right to hear the bell jingle again. Maybe someone would hear it?
False hope was his only source of comfort at the moment.
Everything hurt.
He shouldn't have acted on impulse, to actually speak his mind and shout about what he despised. What he wanted changed. It only came back to haunt him...
Trembling fingers were over his left eye to try and stop the bleeding from his empty eye socket, it was grotesque how someone could want an eye and carve it cleanly from his face. Shuddering, he hissed from the retort his chest gave thanks to the movement as he tried to wait.
Was he waiting for someone to come and aid him or waiting for unconsciousness?
Either was fine with him...Now he really was trash.]
[[Missing an eye from Larxene with a few broken ribs from the Man with a bat.]]
He couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he couldn't cry. All he could do was bleed and scream inside of his head, leaning it to the right to hear the bell jingle again. Maybe someone would hear it?
False hope was his only source of comfort at the moment.
Everything hurt.
He shouldn't have acted on impulse, to actually speak his mind and shout about what he despised. What he wanted changed. It only came back to haunt him...
Trembling fingers were over his left eye to try and stop the bleeding from his empty eye socket, it was grotesque how someone could want an eye and carve it cleanly from his face. Shuddering, he hissed from the retort his chest gave thanks to the movement as he tried to wait.
Was he waiting for someone to come and aid him or waiting for unconsciousness?
Either was fine with him...Now he really was trash.]
[[Missing an eye from Larxene with a few broken ribs from the Man with a bat.]]