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justprompts: Birthday Boy in a Box
May. 2nd, 2009 11:18 pmThe greatest conflicts are not between two people, but between one person and himself.
-Garth Brooks
"Hey guys... this isn't funny. Guys? GUYS!"
The first few hours were full of screams, pounding fists, digging nails into the edges of the window plate and the door frame until his fingers were bleeding and his throat was raw. He slowly slid to the ground, gasping curses and damnation to anyone who could still hear him. For all he knew, they were gone and he would never see them again.
That was the fear that brought nightmares when he passed out. Nightmares of him becoming a demon and killing people. Family. finally he woke up screaming, covered in sweat.
He needed it. He needed it bad and he was shaking and it hurt.
"Dean... Dean let me out. You have to let me out..."
( . . . )
-Garth Brooks
"Hey guys... this isn't funny. Guys? GUYS!"
The first few hours were full of screams, pounding fists, digging nails into the edges of the window plate and the door frame until his fingers were bleeding and his throat was raw. He slowly slid to the ground, gasping curses and damnation to anyone who could still hear him. For all he knew, they were gone and he would never see them again.
That was the fear that brought nightmares when he passed out. Nightmares of him becoming a demon and killing people. Family. finally he woke up screaming, covered in sweat.
He needed it. He needed it bad and he was shaking and it hurt.
"Dean... Dean let me out. You have to let me out..."
( . . . )