Ranboo has not moved from his place on the bed. If anything, they've sunken even deeper, curled up more tightly. At some point they started crying, though he has no idea when that happened exactly.
There is no safety for them in this world. No relief, no security. There's nowhere to hide. Showfall found him. He can't hide behind Dirk, can't hide anywhere, there is seemingly nowhere to run.
God, he wishes Dirk hadn't made him stay alive this long. If this is the life they've got left to live, this kind of existence, what's the point? It hurts-- everything, every thought inside his head, anything that might bring them comfort now soured and stained in blood. Brushing his mind over a new thought, desperately seeking comfort, inevitably feels like dragging his mind over a bed of nails, and it all leads him right back to the head in the tub, to Dirk coated in fresh blood, Dirk pinning him down, Dirk--
A sob that makes their chest ache wrenches free from their lips, fingers tangling into his hair. He can't breathe. Distantly they hear themselves trying, but it hurts, everything hurts.
He groans like a wounded animal, wishing something could just shut his consciousness off and let him stop feeling. Just for a little while.
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Date: 2024-08-04 02:26 pm (UTC)There is no safety for them in this world. No relief, no security. There's nowhere to hide. Showfall found him. He can't hide behind Dirk, can't hide anywhere, there is seemingly nowhere to run.
God, he wishes Dirk hadn't made him stay alive this long. If this is the life they've got left to live, this kind of existence, what's the point? It hurts-- everything, every thought inside his head, anything that might bring them comfort now soured and stained in blood. Brushing his mind over a new thought, desperately seeking comfort, inevitably feels like dragging his mind over a bed of nails, and it all leads him right back to the head in the tub, to Dirk coated in fresh blood, Dirk pinning him down, Dirk--
A sob that makes their chest ache wrenches free from their lips, fingers tangling into his hair. He can't breathe. Distantly they hear themselves trying, but it hurts, everything hurts.
He groans like a wounded animal, wishing something could just shut his consciousness off and let him stop feeling. Just for a little while.