those eyes

It seemed like there wasn’t much of an escape at this point.

The endless screaming. The slamming of doors at 2 am. The clinking of alcohol bottles. The drunken apologies. The slaps across my face.

It was a cage. The house was a cage. And I was their little pet. Actually, I think pets get treated better. At least they get positive attention.

But there was something I always thought about to ease the pain. The physical and mental pain.

Those icy blue eyes. Able to charm anyone, yet they seemed to enchant me. I was mesmerised.

While I took several blows to the face, I would close my eyes and imagine those eyes. The eyes that were the colour of the ice crystals I saw sometimes. It didn’t really need to be winter when it was winter all year in those eyes.

I could get lost in them. Sledding, making snowmen, opening my mouth to catch the small ice crystals falling from the sky. It was my drug. Those eyes. Sure, I smoked cigarettes, but nothing did the job better than taking a trip through his eyes.

I bared the pain. It was easy at this point. I’d try my best to hide the scars and scratches with my jacket or covering them up with millions of excuses and little white lies. But what no one knew was that those eyes were my escape. Escape from everything. Escape from reality. Escape from the life that I really didn’t want to be living.

(bet you couldn’t tell who this short one shot was about, huh? oh and sorry this is so bad...took me about 5-10 minutes but I was listening to a song that inspired me so here you are)

Send one of these "The Outsiders" to my ask!

Okay this is the stupidest thing but I just imagined Two-Bit making ASMR videos oh my god -whispering- "This is *strokes blade* my trusty *tapping handle* switchblade. *closes it* I use it *picks up beer bottle* to scare people and open my *taps bottle* beers."