I screamed still. My vocal tracts expanded but I couldn’t hear myself anymore. Everything drowned out and left behind a buzzing like a thousand bees in my ear. My mouth dried up and my vocal cords squeezed. I registered no sounds but I screamed.
He twisted the knife and the world stopped. My hazy vision made out the blur of my father. He had been a good distance away but he got to me first. He got to him. He took off a chunk of his face with a swipe of his yellow claws and I fell backwards.
Arms were around me as I fell. Strong arms that immediately made me feel safe. Pressure was applied to my wound but it didn’t help. My body screamed at the touch. Yet it felt good to be held.
“Mason,” I raised my hands but they were jelly. Blood sputtered from my mouth as I tried to speak.
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