can't hold her together ;

She Can Get It - Kevin Rudolf

"Somebody better be dying       or dead. Otherwise, I don’t care.”

She drew in a breath, as if to prepare herself for some upcoming banter. “Look —— you said your piece, and I think I deserve a turn.”

Did Damon really think she would just drop it? “I know that you’re upset.. about our breakup and how things have been lately, but I still want you to be in my life..”

” —- go on. s h o o t ."

You’re wandering. Without reason, without purpose, simply… wandering. It’s night. The air is cool and the sky is dark, but you like it like that. It’s peaceful, freeing. But the air grows colder, colder, colder, and light appears in the sky. You look up, and it appears as if it’s falling. As if the sky is breaking apart and fear grips your heart for what is happening?

The light is blinding and you close your eyes, for should the light become too bright you fear you may go blind. And then, the Earth shakes. It shakes and shakes until you fall to you knees and then… nothing.

You open your eyes, and you rise to your feet but you freeze for before you lies a figure, naked and bleeding and you step closer, closer, but the figure doesn’t move. You near it quickly, for whomever it may be, it is certainly hurt. Your hands grip pale flesh and you shake them, words falling from your lips in cautious concern and it’s then that you notice.

It’s back is bleeding, raw red slits carved in to otherwise smooth skin and all around, everywhere, in the trees and scattered across the floor… feathers. Some are white, pure as newly fallen snow. Others are black, as black as the night sky. You sit back, the figure moves, and your hands begin to shake.

It opens it’s eyes, a brilliant hue the likes of which you’ve never seen before boring in to your own startled gaze and you know you will never get those eyes out of your head so long as you should live. And you know what it is but you cannot speak it’s name but you know that it’s scared, that it’s frightened and you don’t know what to do.