◎uno◎ | Unintentional Video | TENEKA | Por la noche.
[Alone in a strange room without the slightest recollection of how he may have gotten there, Xavier's first instinct had been to speak; to question, to curse, to soothe himself with the sound of his own voice...
[He sits now at the edge of his bed, both hands raised to his throat, eyes wide and teary behind thick-rimmed glasses. Again and again, he finds his voice muted by the night, mouth opening and closing, forming words with no foundation. He, himself, is silent...
[His mind, however, is screaming.]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Fuck, I wanna go home...I wanna go home, I wanna go home...
[Panic is made clear not only by his expression, but by his thoughts, twisting and colliding in to one another, a sickening mixture of terror, helplessness, and frustration.]
What the fuck is going on?! I just wanna go home...fuck, I just wanna go home...
[Eyes still wide with shock, small tears occasionally slipping from his eyes, he buries his face in his hands, fingertips digging into his forehead.]
Maybe it's just a bad dream...Maybe...
No, fuck! What the hell, what the hell?!
[He sits now at the edge of his bed, both hands raised to his throat, eyes wide and teary behind thick-rimmed glasses. Again and again, he finds his voice muted by the night, mouth opening and closing, forming words with no foundation. He, himself, is silent...
[His mind, however, is screaming.]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Fuck, I wanna go home...I wanna go home, I wanna go home...
[Panic is made clear not only by his expression, but by his thoughts, twisting and colliding in to one another, a sickening mixture of terror, helplessness, and frustration.]
What the fuck is going on?! I just wanna go home...fuck, I just wanna go home...
[Eyes still wide with shock, small tears occasionally slipping from his eyes, he buries his face in his hands, fingertips digging into his forehead.]
Maybe it's just a bad dream...Maybe...
No, fuck! What the hell, what the hell?!