guns for hands - part 1 by fking-firecracker, literature
Literature
guns for hands - part 1
Battered and bruised. His arms quivered, exhaustion thrumming through the muscles as they twitched in little spastic jerks. He was on his knees and elbows, his forehead pressed to the ground as he tried to steady his breath. He could taste thick, coppery blood over his palette and it - along with the anxiety churning in his stomach - made him want to vomit.
His body hurt and he expected more pain to follow. He was surrounded and just one word from their leader would set them on him again like a frenzied pack of wild animals. He managed to brace his weight onto one of his hands, then the other, lifting his upper body and then his
A notebook is laying on the hero's bed, the battered notebook looking out of place against the clean, light gray duvet. It's laying open, the lined pages littered with scrawling writing and little doodles here and there. There looks to be a bit of burned edges, possibly from a too close incident of fire.
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"nothing's gonna hurt you the way that words do and they settle 'neath your skin kept on the inside and no sunlight sometimes a shadow wins but i wonder what would happen if you say what you wanna say and let the words fall out honestly i wanna see you be brave" - Brave by Sara Bareilles reply to this comment for ic/ooc/etc. <3