As you run through the shadows, glancing repeatedly over your shoulder as your rapid, anxious breathing seizes in your chest, a wrenching feeling like you're about to expel your lungs. You don't notice the cobwebs running like silk across the cave entrance and you run straight into them, pulling them from the cave mouth, causing them to snap around your body with the strength of steel cables.
You're mine now.
19, female, writer, fangirl. I won't offer you much more than a glance at my psychotic tendencies. Come, partake in an adventure with me. May we return, not with our minds intact, but our souls and bodies.
It’s 4.44AM and I tried to get my Nan back into bed because my Pop was on the lounge. Except he stood up as Nan was preparing for bed and came into the room. I had to force her toward the front door and stand in between them both so that there was no chance of him hurting her.
But I swear to god that I’m getting sick of him hitting Nan and scaring her out of her own bed at night, then in the morning having her at his beck and call. If I hear one more time that he’s hit her, I’m calling the fucking police. Something needs to be done.
Reblogged from martinfreeman
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