#leftoverfear

“    he was here.    m-monkeyman.  he   was  HERE.    ”     she's   pacing    his    room   within   the   grotto,   french   manicured  nails   combing   through   now   wild   curls.   she’s   barely   escaped   the  pit   where   raven’s   dead   body   laid.   he’s   the  closest   person   geographically   &    how   could   she   explain    why   she   was   here   to     rowan     or    elisia  ?    “      you    were   supposed   to   meet   me   down  there   with   pills.      where    were   you  ?     ”

EYES CLOSED AS HEART RACED FASTER  &&  FASTER,   breathes of air came out at an unusual pattern while he placed a hand over his chest.    he had tried to get out of that place as fast as he could before he coudl    S H I F T    in front of them,    but at what cost   ? ? ?     his entire face was bloody,   along with the palms of his hands where he had been digging his claws into.    he however found himself in an alleyway where he sat on the dirty filthy ground beside a dumpster.    with a shaky hand he pulled out his phone,   facetiming hayden as quickly as he could.    he knew he shouldn’t,   but she made all this   EASIER    for him.    he had to see her face. 

                                                                       ‘       i  need  you.         please.        ’

it’s  now  that  he  begins  rushing  his  words   ,          tumbling  from  split  lips  in  a  panic   ,           breath  already  quickening.          ‘       i  don’t  have ––––       my  car ––––         i  crashed  it.       i  crashed  my  car.         –––– my  brother’s  car.      i    .  .  .        it’s  gone.         ’          there’s  a  break  only  for  a  gasp  of  air   ,          nearing  a  sob.          ‘         he  told  me  to  take  care  of  it   ,          brooke.        he  told  me  and  i ––––           god   ,         it’s  gone.       ’