#pestionem

[janeeromero]

‘i’m not like them.’

                                                     it’s singular moment of apparent humanity , && it CHILLS her . they weren’t supposed to be human , it wasn’t supposed to be like this — hands ball into fists at her sides && for a brief second does she almost run !! put distance between herself && this … what was she truly ? questions had always rushed through her mind , && no answers would ever be found , && so she thinks no more on that , simply blinks in response to the other . a swallow , hard && she feels her heart in her throat , swears that this was nothing more than a STALLING tactic – she was the last survivor remaining , flashlight dropped long ago && not a med kit in sight … she was going to die , of this she was so sure !! but something had changed , altered && they stood face to face .                       ‘ what makes YOU so different ? ‘                         tremor to her words , strength waning by simple proximity … this would end in death , body hanging from a hook , surely she did not want to talk , after all … did the ENTITY not want blood ?

soft angst sentencesstatus: accepting