Who am I?
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u sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon u and u shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that u are alone. u know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because u can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, of maybe it's because the radio just lost battery; all u know is that something feels wrong.
u attempt to clear your mind, and to toon yourself u are okay (which u actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). u hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but u don't know what it is (but u should've, it would made a difference), so u go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way vooruit, voorwaarts in life. (— "Just one meer minute, two meer minutes, okay, only seventeen minuten left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, u wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon u feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, u should've known better.'
u spin around, and then back away, not watching where u are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, u make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. u take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see meer brand coming through. What did they say about brand safety again? u rack your mind for answers. u eend down (they always zei the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? of was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though u just can't. (How would u feel if u were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and u scream even though u know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen u have left.
u scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as u feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), u can't even beer to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
u let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, u let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that u don't regret, so with your last breath u pray for him . . . then u let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA zei it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all seconde person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
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u sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon u and u shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that u are alone. u know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because u can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, of maybe it's because the radio just lost battery; all u know is that something feels wrong.
u attempt to clear your mind, and to toon yourself u are okay (which u actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). u hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but u don't know what it is (but u should've, it would made a difference), so u go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way vooruit, voorwaarts in life. (— "Just one meer minute, two meer minutes, okay, only seventeen minuten left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, u wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon u feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, u should've known better.'
u spin around, and then back away, not watching where u are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, u make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. u take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see meer brand coming through. What did they say about brand safety again? u rack your mind for answers. u eend down (they always zei the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? of was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though u just can't. (How would u feel if u were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and u scream even though u know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen u have left.
u scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as u feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), u can't even beer to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
u let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, u let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that u don't regret, so with your last breath u pray for him . . . then u let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA zei it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all seconde person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
