[your eyes make me wish myself away]
Drabble Battle 5! Word count, 250. Some kind of mean fluff. XD
"If only you'd be a little more careful--"
I could see it in his face; he was fuming. But at this moment he had no right to be mad - this was all his fucking fault.
Only vaguely I could hear my voice gaining volume - my tongue began to twist and my fingers had gone clammy long ago.
He hit me somewhere between fucking lucky and burnt the place down.
-
He wouldn't have shut up any other way.
I slithered away to the bathroom. Even as a child, I found these the safest - where my rooms didn't always have locks, bathrooms did. When the door slammed my back fell against it with a thud. I quickly moved to the opposite wall - a subconscious fear brought on by horror movies told me the enemy always punched its way through doors and grabbed your ankle.
My lip was swelling, I thought. I'd pursed them so long, trying to keep from screeching back for as long as I could.
At least a punch is wordless.
-
It took a long and empty daze for me to agree that yes, I totally did deserve that.
It took a bit shorter for me to trudge my way to the bathroom door - and I think this says something.
I didn't want to make excuses, or tell him my reasons, or make my reasons into excuses. My knuckle tapped the bathroom door.
It took a lifetime for it to crack open.
Rounds:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
"If only you'd be a little more careful--"
I could see it in his face; he was fuming. But at this moment he had no right to be mad - this was all his fucking fault.
Only vaguely I could hear my voice gaining volume - my tongue began to twist and my fingers had gone clammy long ago.
He hit me somewhere between fucking lucky and burnt the place down.
-
He wouldn't have shut up any other way.
I slithered away to the bathroom. Even as a child, I found these the safest - where my rooms didn't always have locks, bathrooms did. When the door slammed my back fell against it with a thud. I quickly moved to the opposite wall - a subconscious fear brought on by horror movies told me the enemy always punched its way through doors and grabbed your ankle.
My lip was swelling, I thought. I'd pursed them so long, trying to keep from screeching back for as long as I could.
At least a punch is wordless.
-
It took a long and empty daze for me to agree that yes, I totally did deserve that.
It took a bit shorter for me to trudge my way to the bathroom door - and I think this says something.
I didn't want to make excuses, or tell him my reasons, or make my reasons into excuses. My knuckle tapped the bathroom door.
It took a lifetime for it to crack open.
Rounds:
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5