#// idk where this is set whgawoig

[pcril]

status: closed — @gravefed

“When do they stop?” Pierce doesn't even realize he’s the one speaking — not until his lips press back together in a tight grimace. The backs of his eyelids burn with such a ferocity he knows all too well. Tears will form and well in the corner of his eyes before they fell down the jut of each cheek. A natural reaction to the horrors that grips him in the form of another episode.

It'd been the sound of a particular car alarm this time.

“Does it ever stop?” A better, but still shitty, question. He can still feel the crushing weight around him — in his lungs. Hundreds upon hundreds of feet suspended in nothingness, the scorch of thousands degrees against bare skin, what always comes after — darkness, black as pitch.  The way it sticks to his mind is suffocating.

“Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m awake or not.”