neil felt his arms tied behind his back. he wasn’t in the car, wasn’t in any room or any real place. it was just dark. black. he couldn’t see anything, but could feel the tight metal of the hand cuffs scrapping into his wrists. the world was a mindless shape, an empty space.
beside his ear, he heard lola. she whispered cruel nothings beside him, taunting him, torturing him with words. threatening the foxes. threatening his family. she told him what she was going to do to him.
“i’m going to set your body on fire,” she told him, and he cringed, curling into himself. “i’m going to carve you into pieces.”
and he knew she was not lying because he could feel the fire on his arms, crawling up to his face, flames wrapping around him. he could see the ugly red and orange overlapping his skin. he was crying, begging, pleading as he felt his body boil and burn.
Neil opened his eyes slowly to a sun-filled room. It was bright out, clearly past his usual rising hour, and for a moment it worried him. For that moment he didn’t recognize the room; couldn’t name the country he was waking up in, let alone the city. It was natural to force the panic to settle by looking around the room, picking up specific memories from objects placed strategically in view of the bed. As Neil scanned, forcing himself to breathe normally, the world pieced itself back together again in front of his tired eyes.
On the dresser at the far end of the room was a framed photo of the Foxes’ first championship win, Neil’s first year on a Class I team. From there his eyes drifted slowly to the the bedside table, where there was a familiar set of keys – the keys to the house in Columbia – placed close to him for this exact reason. Just above, hanging on the adjacent wall, was Neil’s jersey from his first professional Exy team, when he played for New York. At the end of the bed was a cat, Sir, and the memory of taking him home rose to the surface of Neil’s mind. The last movement was a natural progression. It was instinct that came from going over this same list every morning.
But when Neil rolled over to check the other side of the bed, it was missing. The last piece had been removed from the board before Neil could manage to finish the puzzle. He looked back at Sir, at the end of the bed, and it was almost ridiculous how long it took his mind to finally make the connection.
Andrew wasn’t beside him.
Instinct told him to panic. A feeling of dread washed over Neil’s body like a tsunami devastates a city.
look, dan is
just more talented than the others. it’s not a dis to the other boys, everyone
stream lovett or
leave it on repeat NOW to get our sweet boy to number one!
kennedy socks today, we all know what that means. YOUR MOVE CROOKED MEDIA!!!
could you tag
for top!favs? i don’t want to be 3,000 words into your fic and then find out
that favs tops…you can write what you want but it’s just not realistic
i’m so worried
about dan. is he eating? is he working too hard? is he out of control? like
crooked media even cares
tommy is TRASH
and here’s a bulletpoint list of why
[1500 word essay
on why favs is genderqueer]
i just want the
best for lovett?? it’s obvious that ronan is taking advantage of him
ugh this tommie
has me blocked
um why do you
love favs so much when he’s literally a monster? not judging just curious
flower crown photoset
i don’t like
emily, i can’t put my finger on it but there’s just something about her
no offense but
please tag for lovett
i don’t have a
fave, i love everybody :)
imagine: you and
favs are at the hospital because you are getting a heart transplant. ‘i’m so
nervous,“ you say. "don’t be. you’re gonna pull through this, i know
that for a fact.” you kiss him and
go into operation. you come out successful and run out to tell favs but he’s
not there. you find a little teddy bear with a card shaped like a card.
“hey babe. sorry i couldn’t be there for you after your operation. but, i
will always be in your heart. forever. –jon” you ask one of the nurses
“where’s the boy i was with before my operation?” the nurse replies,
“he had to take a meeting with barack obama.” </3