nobody pines for the ( listener ) // laz/fallon
Feb 3, 2017 0:34:01 GMT -5
Post by Stare on Feb 3, 2017 0:34:01 GMT -5
and whilst i watch in silence
you're starting forest fires
you start them just to feel the heat
you're starting forest fires
you start them just to feel the heat
Ghosts like nighttime best.
That was something everyone seemed to know. But they never seemed quite as scared as Fallon was. The statue-ghosts watched them every day and no one else seemed to be afraid of their grotesque grins. During the day they were bad, but at night they were far worse. She was sure they were coming, looming in corners and cloaking themselves in shadows, preparing themselves for a revenge that would leave everyone in the building broken and bleeding.
That was how Fallon had ended up where she was, shivering in the darkness and sharing space with two plastic buckets and a myriad of cleaning chemicals. She'd seen a shadow passing around the corner at the end of the hall, movements just a bit too stiff and jerky, and had opened the first door she could find before diving inside. Now she stood pressed against the door, peering through the crack between the hinges, bare toes curling anxiously against the floor.
Another pair of footsteps suddenly joined the first. Fallon stiffed, squinting harder through the cracks. These sounded too natural, too normal, too human. Her heart jumped into her throat as she saw a distinctly tribute shaped silhouette pass in front of the door.
Mama always said it was important to do the right thing, even if you were scared.
Fallon sucked in a deep breath, opened the door, and grabbed the arm of her fellow tribute, dragging him back into the closet and all but slamming the door behind them both. She was quick to press her hand over his mouth, eyes darting back toward the line of light from the door.
"Don't say anything. They'll hear us."
and whilst i keep my quiet
you're running with the tigers
you're running just to run from me
you're running with the tigers
you're running just to run from me