At the Bottom. | Mat.

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Everything is cold and he’s sure it isn’t just the snow that has literally taken over Chicago. Sure that his body is just going cold on the reflex of death settling into his very core being. The sensation in his chest is almost stifling, he can barely feel his fingers anymore, can barely feel anything– the pain overpowering and forcing everything to be focused there. Focused on the main source of the pain and how it’s starting to feel so numb. He hasn’t felt a true numb like this before, nothing even remotely close to it.

He tries to breathe a reply out but it only comes out in raspy, painful breaths and he wonders if he should just stop trying to answer things. Mat goes to squeeze her hand but the fangs in his wrist start an eruption in his veins, a feeling he’s sure, would equate to lava flowing seemlessly. And then comes the pain just after the fire, breathing a whole new life into him. Mat has never felt something like this before, he’s never felt the pain that burned a whole straight through his body and not even the original stab wound could hold up to this.

Nothing could hold up to the pain in every vein in his body, leading straight to his heart. Holes feeling as though they were literally ripping into his chest rather than repairing the damage. He can’t scream out and perhaps, for him, that’s good, but part of him would feel better knowing that he at least had the ability to.

Fee gripped his hand and held on, pulling his body into his lap and folding herself over him, licking the last of his blood from her teeth and she whispered in his ear. She told stories, stories from home, stories from Boston and Chicago, endless stories about her life to try and distract herself or Mat, she didn't know which one. She brushed her fingers gently through his hair as fever burned his brow. She set cold packs of snow across his skin to help ease the heat and the pain. "I'm sorry," she whispered, against his temple. "I'm so sorry."

When I was a child, I’d sit for hours, Staring into open flame Something in it had a power. Could barely tear my eyes away.

One day the Valley’s 

                      gonna swallow me  W H O L E.

“Sunglasses are by your feet, not seen any canes”

"Damn it. I need that to hit people with." She had no clue if he was lying about the cane, but bending down, she did find the sunglasses by her feet. She slid them on to hide the gaping holes in her head, brought on by her own hand and a few well placed gashes with a knife. "It's no fun if I can't cause pain."

“Well hey, I’ve seen worse”

“There’s this one guy with- Nevermind, not the point”

"I removed them myself. There's my point." A pause, and then, "have you seen my sunglasses? Or my cane?"

All you have is your fire.

[ intothexgrey ]

“You alright there?”

“You’re kind of freaking people out”

"I- no. I am not alright. Couldn't you tell by the two gaping sockets where my eyes should be?"

"And, let me guess, I am not allowed to call in sick, am I?"

( && OPEN. )

 ‘ fuck off. now. ’

"I would, if I could see where I was going. Someone took my cane. You wouldn't happen to have seen it, would you?"

                                                                                                                                  Help,

                                                                                                         I’m alive.

                                                      My heart is beating like a hammer.