hollywood's bleeding. monaghans jb blitz.
Feb 8, 2020 4:07:17 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Feb 8, 2020 4:07:17 GMT -5
I'm shaking. It's the shock. The rage. Both. I'm furious that they touched her, that they tried to rip her from us - that they forced me into the firing lines. That I pretended this wasn't going to happen. That I need my flask and I left it at home like a fucking idiot, adrenaline arms, swallowing up the explosions from the mines we crawled out of.
Breathe in, deep, god I sound awful. Breathe out - too fast, breathe in again, too fast. Jesus Christ I need a drink, I need to pull it together, to stop biting my bottom lip, to stop wanting to cry. I sit on my hands and I inhale through my nose, exhale slowly, slowly out of my mouth.
I want to scream. I want to scream and throw my hands against the wall until my fingers break and my hands bleed and the plaster caves in like chalk. But I need my hands now, so I keep them prisoned under my own weight. They cut hands off so easily in the arena. Best keep them in shape for as long as I'll have them.
Inhale, exhale, figure it out. Sid will take over the shop. Jamie will keep doing what Jamie does. Eli will have to step up, somehow - keep Bailey in line. Saoirse and Justin, they can't know. Noah, too. Every time I think of her muttering into my chest I have to breath long and hard, shake her off, keep it together. They'll be here soon. Dad would've paid for extra time. A minute, five more. I've got to keep it together. I'm good at that. I'm good at fixing shit.
Can't fix this, but at least I can fix the aftermath while I'm still here.
The door handle turns, inhale through my nose. Exhale through my teeth. I'm Jules Monaghan. I'm Jules Monaghan. I'm Jules Monaghan.
I can fix this.- BUT NO ONE'S LEAVING, NOBODY LEFT BUT US .