nightnmare

@purpletechtyrtle


After a lot of sleepless nights, this was absolutely the worst. The nightnmares, the flash-backs, the questions that kept hunting his mind…The perfect combination for this.

The jock had silently sneaked out of the farmhouse, deciding that it maybe was better to do something useful instead of just thinking about all this and laying in bed.

The light of the barn switched on, the jock strapped up his sleeves and moved under the desk. Maybe working on his ‘weapons’ would ease his mind. He placed a few metal objects on the table, followed by some pieces of paper before he finally started to sketch some things out.

Hopefully, he hadn’t waked someone up.