"Man, I dunno," says Tim, and he laughs - a dry, rasping, mirthless sound scraping out from the back of his throat. What a goddamn pair they are. "I dunno how normal people do it."
It's hard, awfully damn hard, to visualize anything anyone could do that would be fucking up more than what he's already wrung out of his hands. There's no faceless specter flickering at him in the fringes of his vision, but maybe there should be. He was never religious - heaven and hell never meant a damn thing. But he believes in anything, he believes in it. And if that's his hell, then that's where he's going. That's where he's always been going.
Burn it to ash.
It's what he deserves.
He closes his eyes and tries to suck in the last breath that'll choke him into nothing.
He holds it.
And holds it.
And with a rending creak, something far above his head shatters, and the explosive impact of saltwater hitting heavily against the blackened skeletons of half-burned buildings jars him heavily awake.
tw: self-loathing, suicide ideation, and DROWNING
It's hard, awfully damn hard, to visualize anything anyone could do that would be fucking up more than what he's already wrung out of his hands. There's no faceless specter flickering at him in the fringes of his vision, but maybe there should be. He was never religious - heaven and hell never meant a damn thing. But he believes in anything, he believes in it. And if that's his hell, then that's where he's going. That's where he's always been going.
Burn it to ash.
It's what he deserves.
He closes his eyes and tries to suck in the last breath that'll choke him into nothing.
He holds it.
And holds it.
And with a rending creak, something far above his head shatters, and the explosive impact of saltwater hitting heavily against the blackened skeletons of half-burned buildings jars him heavily awake.
He's caught in a current
He's caught in a current, and it's taking him -