Word: Thick
Word Count: 100
Tag to S9
I just want to be loved. The words catch thick in his throat. I deserve to be loved.
His hands sweep frantically across the metal table, searching for a form of escape. Instead, they knock into his red crayon, and it tumbles off the table and onto the floor, marking it and leaving a red dash that disrupts the chalk white of the Devil's Trap like the paper-thin gashes on his necks.
But his feet fall limp and there's no one there to hear him think, plea, cry, see his fists tremble on his thighs. I deserve to be loved.
