i think it's under my skin.
(from cricket)
God help them all. Somewhere between scenes, Marc had taken his eyes off of Louise Cricket. In between the hospital flashbacks and her finding every door locked, it’s like she’s vanished into the walls. Another house that’s swallowed her whole. Now as the boy next door who’s appearing sporadically in the house, Marc, Jameson now, is tiptoeing through the halls. Looking to find the sound of her crying. Cricket always cries the most, most volatile and most difficult to wrangle at the end of the day.
That’s all he hears. Crickets. Horribly silent aside from the knocking of each door, slowly creaking open as he glances around for her. “Cricket? Look, it’s me! I know you’re not…you’re not well. But I swear it’s me, just let me in.”
