puckandpie: (super sadface)
Eric Bittle ([personal profile] puckandpie) wrote in [personal profile] triskehale 2015-11-13 07:24 pm (UTC)

The look on Derek's face when I beg him not to leave me is worse than the horror I'd seen there moments ago. I can tell he's hurt that I think he'd leave me and I want to tell him it's not that I think he would so much as I'm absolutely terrified right now and I feel horrible and he and Neil are the only two familiar things right now and I just don't want to be alone.

I keep my mouth shut though, swallowing tightly as I nod, glancing briefly over at Neil who looks more angry than hurt before ducking to look down at my feet. The ground is completely covered in a layer of ash. It almost looks like snow. And I follow them, staying half a step behind the whole way, guilt and fear making a complete mess of my insides.

When we get to the apartment building, I hurry inside, fear spiking at both the noise we hear and the pitch of Derek's voice. My heart is pounding, a million beats a minute and I grimace.

"The elevator's broken," I tell them both, my voice little more than a whisper. I'm honestly not sure I'd want to risk stepping into an elevator here anyway.

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