My eyelids flutter toward a warm sensation. Smoke lies deeply in the surrounding area, “Issabella? Daisy? Barren? Where are you?” “Keep quiet,” Oh, fuc- no… not them again…
“Where are they, you fuc-er?” His wool clutches against my throat, I battle for air, “I said, be quiet,” He plugs his hand away and walk into the mist, a figure rest on a table.
No! “What the fuc-? No! Let her go! You piece of s**t, let her go!” I battle the metal bend around me, “No! don’t hurt her,” I push the metal off, screaming…
I snap the butcher knife from his hand and slice it through his neck… “D-Daisy… oh, s**t no… what the fuc- is this? Don’t tell me t-this is… oh, s**t!”
A minor baby, wrapped in a towel, crying on the table… “Oh, fuc-sakes…” I cuff my hair, screaming… my knees cave in, I rock myself, scr
