Post by jannie101 on Feb 13, 2016 9:52:30 GMT
Carey was drowning. He couldn't see through the darkness surrounding him, but he wasn't certain whether it was a liquid or a fog. Either way, it was preventing him from breathing and as he frantically tried to swim to the surface of whatever had captured him, he found himself unable to move. His hands were tied behind his back with a rough rope that was already eating into his skin.
The substance around him turned heavier by the minute, and it was pressing down on Carey with such force that he gave up any ideas of resistance. He surrendered to the dark and allowed himself to fall down into the abyss.
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Molly couldn't sleep. She was sitting on her uncomfortable bus bed, contemplating if stealing away into Fi's hotel room and sleeping next to her would be the wrong thing to do as a mother of a teenager. The band had decided to give up the miscounted hotel rooms the Phillips Bells had rented to Irene, , Fiona and Jack. Molly was sure Fi wouldn't have minded sleeping on the bus, but there had been a constant worry in Molly's mind. For twelve dreading, lonely years.
She didn't bother to turn the light on, even though she was awake. She found the dark soothing. In the dark, there was no spark in his eyes. In the dark, she didn't have to watch him walk away every day. In the dark, she wasn't a victim to her own reflection in the mirror, turning older and older every day. The dark was constant. The dark was eternal.
She was sure she had been sitting there for hours before she heard something. A soft moan, that after many repetitions, had a faint resemblance to the word 'help'.
Molly stood up and quietly left her room, following the sound of the plea.
"Help, help, I... Help me..." The voice had gotten clearer and Molly recognized it. Terrified, she gently opened the door of what was once Jack and Clu's room.
Carey was tangled up in his sheets, his hair soaked with sweat, lying on the floor. The moans were louder now, he was almost screaming for someone to save him.
Constantly reminding herself not to panic, Molly kneeled to Carey and shook his shoulders. "Carey! Wake up!"
The young man kept tossing and turning on the hard floor, kicking his bedsheets away. He was covered in his own sweat.
"Carey, please, you have to wake up! Wake up!" Molly continued. Only this time, it wasn't soft and calm. Her request was clear, loud.
Suddenly, Carey's eyes shot open and his upper body swung up into a seating position. He was breathing quickly and deeply, occasionally coughing.
Molly pulled him into a and he wrapped his strong arms around her torso as tightly as he could. She caressed his wet hair and whispered in his ear, "It'll be okay. Everything will be okay, you're safe now."
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What do you guys think? Is it worth it to continue, maybe turn it into a multi-chapter fic?
The substance around him turned heavier by the minute, and it was pressing down on Carey with such force that he gave up any ideas of resistance. He surrendered to the dark and allowed himself to fall down into the abyss.
***
Molly couldn't sleep. She was sitting on her uncomfortable bus bed, contemplating if stealing away into Fi's hotel room and sleeping next to her would be the wrong thing to do as a mother of a teenager. The band had decided to give up the miscounted hotel rooms the Phillips Bells had rented to Irene, , Fiona and Jack. Molly was sure Fi wouldn't have minded sleeping on the bus, but there had been a constant worry in Molly's mind. For twelve dreading, lonely years.
She didn't bother to turn the light on, even though she was awake. She found the dark soothing. In the dark, there was no spark in his eyes. In the dark, she didn't have to watch him walk away every day. In the dark, she wasn't a victim to her own reflection in the mirror, turning older and older every day. The dark was constant. The dark was eternal.
She was sure she had been sitting there for hours before she heard something. A soft moan, that after many repetitions, had a faint resemblance to the word 'help'.
Molly stood up and quietly left her room, following the sound of the plea.
"Help, help, I... Help me..." The voice had gotten clearer and Molly recognized it. Terrified, she gently opened the door of what was once Jack and Clu's room.
Carey was tangled up in his sheets, his hair soaked with sweat, lying on the floor. The moans were louder now, he was almost screaming for someone to save him.
Constantly reminding herself not to panic, Molly kneeled to Carey and shook his shoulders. "Carey! Wake up!"
The young man kept tossing and turning on the hard floor, kicking his bedsheets away. He was covered in his own sweat.
"Carey, please, you have to wake up! Wake up!" Molly continued. Only this time, it wasn't soft and calm. Her request was clear, loud.
Suddenly, Carey's eyes shot open and his upper body swung up into a seating position. He was breathing quickly and deeply, occasionally coughing.
Molly pulled him into a and he wrapped his strong arms around her torso as tightly as he could. She caressed his wet hair and whispered in his ear, "It'll be okay. Everything will be okay, you're safe now."
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What do you guys think? Is it worth it to continue, maybe turn it into a multi-chapter fic?