the sadism is real [closed, pink]
Aug 24, 2014 22:16:49 GMT -5
Post by BLUBBLES THE MONSTER on Aug 24, 2014 22:16:49 GMT -5
BRISTOL
"Oh beauty, you're almost Picasso with a razor."
I could hear his words in my head even though I tried to push them back. That bit of a lisp he had, the way he taunted me for my sins. Like I had much of a choice. Alastar, he had left me with so little in the world and it was for his own amusement. He wanted to watch me pick myself apart over the smallest of things. He wanted me to make others suffer because I was suffering. He wanted to break every inch of me till there was nothing left to break. I felt like he had almost achieved that.
I was huffing hard from the running. I had kept running on and off for a while, I wasn't sure if I wanted to stop yet. I was wondering if I should just run myself into death. Just not stop and when my body gave out than that would be it. Something in the back of my head though told me to hold myself together. It kept telling me to look for the better days even if I couldn't see them right now. So I did just that. In the dead of night I walked through Blackwell Stables with the most quiet feet. I was worried I would run into somebody that might not want me in this area. I didn't want a fight. I didn't want to spill anymore blood. The blood of innocent dogs seemed to stain my paws though so dark that no matter how much I scrubbed I felt like I could never rid the sins.
With the most stressed sigh I began turning into a large stable. The wood creaked and it almost caused me to jump out of my skin. I had never heard wood creak before. It was actually the first time I had went inside a building. I found it much more appealing than the cave I had spent almost all my life in. Hell, might as well say all my life. I liked the building though because it was less drafty and though the smell of mold seemed to linger it didn't smell or feel damp. Which I liked.
Eventually I found a corner that had a bit of hay built up in it. I happily began circling in it till I made a comfortable little nest. I curled up and tucked my nose under my paw, but I didn't sleep. I just rested. My eyes remained on the entrance watching and waiting. Waiting for something bad to happen. I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that he'd find me. He'd hunt me down and skin me slowly for abandoning what he worked so hard to make.