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Aug. 10th, 2006 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_delmarThere's a tearing sound as Ennis rips through one o' them pretty flowered sheets Junior put on his bed. His heart pounds and he shouts out as he wakes up and hits the floor. There are curses, not quite as loud, and he sits on the floor of the room, leaning against the bed.
Ain't hot here, nothing but cold, and he yanks on the blanket to wrap around himself. His teeth chatter around the taste of fresh blood as he lays down on the floor and the sound of silence wraps around him like dirt.
Sometimes there ain't nothin' to do but sleep.
Ain't hot here, nothing but cold, and he yanks on the blanket to wrap around himself. His teeth chatter around the taste of fresh blood as he lays down on the floor and the sound of silence wraps around him like dirt.
Sometimes there ain't nothin' to do but sleep.
