Author: LightThemUp
Rating: K+
Summary: A little excerpt of what goes on in Nico's head in the aftermath of his captivity.
Hey guys,
I know this is a departure from my normal writing style, but I wanted to go ahead and post this little fic. Since this is a new writing style for me, please be kind if you leave a comment. As always, constructive criticism is most welcome, and reviews make my day. Enjoy!
Tremor
There's this indescribable feeling that sometimes overtakes us; the initial emotional tug, the wrenching desire for normality, the internal prayer for acceptance.
The flashes of unpleasant memories that flicker through your head, that quickly mold into an unyielding cascade of pain, agony, and sadness.
It starts with that little tremor in your heart, followed by the quaking of your hands, and the overwhelming sensation to sob.
Your hands ball into fists around your hair, as though the constant tug will relieve an ounce of the pain. But it never does.
Somehow, somewhere, you find the strength to stand on wobbling feet, bracing yourself upon the figures that flutter through your life: relatives, companions, and the others who are neither friend nor foe.
Some days you never know how you'll fight through the next hour. Others, you feel so lost that even simple thought isn't achievable.
You never know what's to come, whether the next daybreak will bring encouragement, or yet another wall of insults and vulgarity.
It's like fighting through a swirling wave. It doesn't matter if you are a strong swimmer. The force of the gale and the pull of the water is persistent, unyielding, deafening. It doesn't matter how long you've been in this battle. The wave is overpowering.
Yet, the victims who survive always recall the one thing that saved their sanity and life. Despite the torrents of water, dousing and surrounding their body every second, they managed to keep their irises locked upon the horizon, focusing on the promising, stable land ahead.