rat--silk

Ora daydreamed of lazy summer days and blue skies to escape the fog of despair that washed over him. He knew there was no use living in the past, no matter how desirable the idea; the filthy present he hid from always found him sometime or another, and the feeling of his almost-joy being ripped from his grasp by reality's cruel hands was worse than not remembering the old days at all. He cursed Arkin for being such an easy target because if they had taken the threats of attack seriously, perhaps he wouldn't be sitting in concreate rubble cradling in his lap the head of the only person he had left to care about. The stone cold Lyle Datchery w

I had never seen a dead body before. Well, I hadn't until now. It was disturbing, it didn't look like he was sleeping peacefully like the bodies I had seen in movies. Kyle's face was frozen in pale terror, his dead glassy eyes wide open. I never believed that eyes could look dead, but I was obviously wrong. His eyes were empty, like a dolls. It was horrible. His insides were spilling out of him and his warm blood was on /my/ hands. It was because of /me/ that my best friend was dead, /I/ was the one who insisted we stayed  in the damned forest when we heard noises outside of our tent. /I'm/ the one who made him go check because I was too much