Fill My Mind Up - [kite/basil]
Feb 2, 2016 3:34:32 GMT -5
Post by chelsey on Feb 2, 2016 3:34:32 GMT -5
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BASILANATOLA
Escape out of my mind's own home.
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It’s loud in the cafeteria when he enters, but not loud enough to muffle his heartbeat. It thumps loudly - unnecessarily - in that empty chest of his, makes him watch his step, makes him look both ways. Makes him stare at death, right in the eye, through a crystal ball that’s been spinning his fate for him ever since he popped right out of his mama’s belly.
- but, let’s not get carried away: he doesn’t even wanna think about his mama right now. Not now, in a place as dark and cold as this. Not when she’s probably back home, pacing trenches around his bedroom, laying out his school clothes on his bed as if tomorrow was just any other day.
He doesn’t wanna think about tomorrow either.
Basil grips a tray laden with food he’s never seen before (with colors so bright and popping that it makes his hand itch to grab a paintbrush and canvas that isn’t there) and paces his own trenches around the cafeteria, looking for somewhere safe or nonthreatening. His mama may be back home, crying over his sealed fate, but Basil has his own wars to fight here. He paces, his footsteps synchronized with that thump, thump, thump of his heart. He doesn’t want to think about how fast it’s beating, or about how it might not be beating at all within the next few days.
Eventually, he slides in a seat next to a boy who looks as if he might be his own age, too. His heart still screams wildly in that empty cage of his - like it’s running a race his mind just can’t keep up with - and in some kinda desperate attempt to muffle it, he turns to the boy next to him and says, “Sure is dark in here, huh?”
His heart quakes in response.
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