I am laying face flat on the cold floor. I’m hungry. I want to go home. I’m uncomfortable in this mouth guard. I am uncomfortable in these ropes. I want to eat a boy. Alex is mumbling something about drowning. I can hear people talking. I want to speak, but no words will come out. I’m afraid.....for once....I’m afraid.
*conversation between the two boys*
Aiden: Hey, Alex?
Alex: Y-yes, Aiden?
Aiden: I’m afraid.
Alex: Y-you are?
Aiden: I am afraid to not exist.
Aiden: Aren’t you?
Alex: Yes, I-I am a-afraid to d-die.
Aiden: *Sigh* I wanna go home...
Aiden is....afraid? T-that means....something bad will happen. Aiden isn’t usually afraid.
I don’t wanna go home, but I don’t wanna stay on this boat. Home is where everyone is. They think that we are freaks. They will hurt us. This place...wherever we are going...isn’t a nice place. I can tell. They will hurt us also.
I don’t feel well. My head is still pounding. I can hear others...speaking. I don’t wanna look up. I don’t wanna look around. I’m listening not speaking. I will only speak if I’m spoken to...
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