Drabble: Cold
Title: Cold
Author:Vesta
No pairing
Rating: R just to be safe
100 words sharp.
Notes: Seventh in the Under-verse, aka Shittyday-verse. Follows Under, Below, Beneath, Raw, Bitter Sweet and 'Please'.
It's cold in the darkness. Numb fingers scrabble over wet concrete. He can't feel the sting anymore. Knows he should try to stop the dripping from his wrists but his arms won't move.
The last daylight slices a piece out off the shadows under the grimy window. Not enough to reach him, just teasing, brightness making him blind.
They are there, he can sense them. Running in what's left of his blood, his heart. Waiting for him.
The light flitters away, leaving the darkness untouched but not still. There is a whisper of dry leaves, dead breath. The shadows move.
Author:Vesta
No pairing
Rating: R just to be safe
100 words sharp.
Notes: Seventh in the Under-verse, aka Shittyday-verse. Follows Under, Below, Beneath, Raw, Bitter Sweet and 'Please'.
It's cold in the darkness. Numb fingers scrabble over wet concrete. He can't feel the sting anymore. Knows he should try to stop the dripping from his wrists but his arms won't move.
The last daylight slices a piece out off the shadows under the grimy window. Not enough to reach him, just teasing, brightness making him blind.
They are there, he can sense them. Running in what's left of his blood, his heart. Waiting for him.
The light flitters away, leaving the darkness untouched but not still. There is a whisper of dry leaves, dead breath. The shadows move.