(...) rescue me from the demons in my mind. whatever you do, don't ever play my game, too many years being the king of pain; you gotta lose it all if you wanna take control.
trigger warning: o texto abaixo contém menção a assassinato, estupro e morte por fogo.
a adrenalina percorrendo a corrente sanguínea fora de maneira instantanea enquanto adentrava a floresta junto a sua equipe de patrulha; as correntes estavam prontas para serem usadas, todo o corpo trabalhando nas musculaturas, as tornando mais flexíveis. contudo, nenhum deles estavam esperando para o que os esperava; no início, fora como um afogamento, a neblina espessa consumindo os pulmões, liberando algo que logo mais, ela rotularia como um alucinogeno. em seguida, a dor física, todo o corpo contorcendo-se sem que saísse do lugar, até que não houvesse mais nada, até que a mente fosse como um buraco negro e flutuasse no centro, perdida entre as imagens que rondavam sua consciência, seus medos.
o cheiro que preenchia o lugar era de bolo recém assado, havia o som de uma televisão ligada mas ninguém assistia; todos estavam no centro da cozinha, as vozes abafadas enquanto circulava em torno da cena que conhecia: seu meio-irmão com uma faca em mãos, pronto para matar a própria mãe. a katrina de anos atrás sorria, divertida com tudo o que acontecia. até que a cena mudou, katrina estava embaixo de um viaduto, bebendo água de um córrego, uma pequena fogueira acesa dentro de um túnel, até que um homem se aproxima e a toca de maneira ousada e enquanto o ato repugnante acontecia, a mente desligou-se em um click, percebendo tudo o que poderia ter tido. seu pai sorrindo a entregando o diploma da faculdade, sua madrasta sorrindo e lhe fazendo um bolo em seu vigésimo aniversário, seus irmãos abraçando-a…
os dígitos buscaram no chão algo que pudesse ajudá-la, um caco de vidro sendo usado para cortar a garganta do homem, o sangue deste caindo-lhe no rosto, dentro da boca… luis sorria, estavam no mundo dos sonhos mas logo ele se afastava, observava os dois corpos que katrina carregava, os dois semideuses que morreram por sua culpa. um soco lhe era dado no rosto. kitty caminhava em sua direção, os braços abertos até que hesitou, percebendo que katrina era a responsável por colocar sasha em uma situação ruim, mesmo que não fosse de propósito. outro soco, agora sangue escorria do nariz. tommaso a oferecia um cigarro, rindo alto de alguma bobagem que katrina o dizia, mas logo gritava com ela, a dizia o quão era imunda ao perceber que a amiga sentia-se bem demais diante da morte do irmão dele.
lá estava, a incapacidade de ser amada, de fazer algo ruim para aqueles que se importava. os dedos das mãos foram quebrados, a dor insuportável a atingindo por quem estava com o seu carrasco. o homem que a tocava outrora, não estava sozinho; seus amigos agora faziam justiça por ele, enquanto o fogo que antes a mantinha aquecida, lhe tocava a pele. a sensação de pavor era muito maior que a dor das queimaduras. conseguia sentir a pele derretendo por debaixo da roupa, conseguia sentir cada parte do seu corpo implorando por ajuda enquanto se contorcia, consumida pelo que a deixava assustada. os olhos marejaram até que fosse o suficiente para transbordarem, o medo a abraçando enquanto a morte caminhava em sua direção, mas fora capaz de perceber a sombra de éris de longe, rindo e dizendo-lhe o quão fraca era. katrina tentou gritar, não por ajuda mas por raiva, porque não havia nada pior do que perder a única coisa que tinha: a vida.
quando os olhos abriram-se ainda estava na floresta, mas havia um grito entalado na garganta, o rosto estava molhado pelas lágrimas e todo o corpo tremia, como se uma avalanche de sentimentos que reprimia, tivesse a atingido. sentia-se suja pelo toque do homem desconhecido, sentia-se imunda por saber que um dia, todos os seus amigos a deixariam como sua família havia feito e mais ainda, sentia-se quebrada por reconhecer que toda a merda que outrora passou e ainda passaria, fora unicamente culpa sua.
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2. Occupation
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3. ‘Freebie’ - A Fear
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2. Occupation
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3. ‘Freebie’ - Missy
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2. Occupation
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3. ‘Freebie’ - Idle Worship
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