A/N. this is my first story so please forgive its rubbish-ness it was rammbeled off at about two in the morning. also please frogive me if anything is wrong like the rating or it looks screwded up some how im vv sorry. please review!tell me if you liked it or if it is absolutly rubbish its the only way i'll improve
A/N.2 the world needs more taking lives fics! its an ace film!
Stone floors beneath your feet, cold air on your face, your breath forming clouds in front of you. You focus on the small things the little feelings you never felt before because if you don't every thing you've been trying to ignore all the feeling you've been bottling up inside, the loneliness and fear, will rush out in a terrifying tidal wave that you wont be able to control and you'll drown if you don't keep your mind occupied with the little things.
Paint the walls of the nursery that will never be used, make the beds that will never be slept in, act as if everything normal try to believe the lie your living but at the back of your mind you know its not real but you have to pretend they are because there's no other way to survive.
Eat, sleep, rest, all the thing that people need to do so he won't suspect anything, because you know he's watching you don't you?
You know if he suspects anything then it won't work and he'll disappear again and you'll have to go back to your life and carry on knowing he's still out there and you can't do one god damned thing about it, which you can't do can you? You can't function with him still alive because while he is the red hot rage bubbling beneath your skin can barely be controlled and its only this waiting that's giving you this controlle over things.
The bump hurts your back because they had to make it realistic, the maternity clothes are annoyingly bright and cheerful, the truck that barely goes is a poor replacement for your car, the people in the village are overly wrapped up in there small lives and petty problems.
You hate every thing about this life, it's irritating and grates on your nerves. And yet …… sometimes, only sometimes though when the heatings working, there's fresh snow out side and your sat in the nursery surrounded by the baby books and toys and everything's so peaceful you almost believe its true and you almost wish it was.
And that's the thing that scares you more than everything else put together.