Who am I?
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당신 sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon 당신 and 당신 shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that 당신 are alone. 당신 know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because 당신 can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, 또는 maybe it's because the radio just 로스트 battery; all 당신 know is that something feels wrong.
당신 attempt to clear your mind, and to show yourself 당신 are okay (which 당신 actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). 당신 hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but 당신 don't know what it is (but 당신 should've, it would made a difference), so 당신 go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way 앞으로 in life. (— "Just one 더 많이 minute, two 더 많이 minutes, okay, only seventeen 분 left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, 당신 wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon 당신 feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, 당신 should've known better.'
당신 spin around, and then back away, not watching where 당신 are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, 당신 make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. 당신 take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see 더 많이 불, 화재 coming through. What did they say about 불, 화재 safety again? 당신 rack your mind for answers. 당신 오리 down (they always said the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? 또는 was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though 당신 just can't. (How would 당신 feel if 당신 were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and 당신 scream even though 당신 know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen 당신 have left.
당신 scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as 당신 feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), 당신 can't even 곰 to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
당신 let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, 당신 let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that 당신 don't regret, so with your last breath 당신 pray for him . . . then 당신 let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA said it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all 초 person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
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당신 sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon 당신 and 당신 shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that 당신 are alone. 당신 know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because 당신 can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, 또는 maybe it's because the radio just 로스트 battery; all 당신 know is that something feels wrong.
당신 attempt to clear your mind, and to show yourself 당신 are okay (which 당신 actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). 당신 hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but 당신 don't know what it is (but 당신 should've, it would made a difference), so 당신 go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way 앞으로 in life. (— "Just one 더 많이 minute, two 더 많이 minutes, okay, only seventeen 분 left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, 당신 wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon 당신 feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, 당신 should've known better.'
당신 spin around, and then back away, not watching where 당신 are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, 당신 make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. 당신 take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see 더 많이 불, 화재 coming through. What did they say about 불, 화재 safety again? 당신 rack your mind for answers. 당신 오리 down (they always said the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? 또는 was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though 당신 just can't. (How would 당신 feel if 당신 were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and 당신 scream even though 당신 know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen 당신 have left.
당신 scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as 당신 feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), 당신 can't even 곰 to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
당신 let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, 당신 let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that 당신 don't regret, so with your last breath 당신 pray for him . . . then 당신 let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA said it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all 초 person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
FORGOTTEN
He who is Doomed to walk The Forgotten Road,
Knows only sorrow and pain ,
For he himself is a shadow,
with nothing but death to gain.
Refuge
The boy in shadow sheds a tear,
as the Scent of Dawn draws 일 near,
for it brings with it the time for talking,
and the Lies he must tell send him walking,
into the shadows,and out of the Burning Light,
as he seeks Refuge among the Beautiful Night.
Who am I?
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당신 sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon 당신 and 당신 shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that 당신 are alone. 당신 know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because 당신 can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, 또는 maybe it's because the radio just 로스트 battery; all 당신 know is that something feels wrong.
당신 attempt to clear your mind, and to show yourself 당신 are okay (which 당신 actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). 당신 hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but 당신 don't know what it is (but 당신 should've, it would made a difference), so 당신 go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way 앞으로 in life. (— "Just one 더 많이 minute, two 더 많이 minutes, okay, only seventeen 분 left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, 당신 wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon 당신 feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, 당신 should've known better.'
당신 spin around, and then back away, not watching where 당신 are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, 당신 make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. 당신 take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see 더 많이 불, 화재 coming through. What did they say about 불, 화재 safety again? 당신 rack your mind for answers. 당신 오리 down (they always said the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? 또는 was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though 당신 just can't. (How would 당신 feel if 당신 were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and 당신 scream even though 당신 know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen 당신 have left.
당신 scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as 당신 feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), 당신 can't even 곰 to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
당신 let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, 당신 let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that 당신 don't regret, so with your last breath 당신 pray for him . . . then 당신 let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA said it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all 초 person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]
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당신 sit up, a steely silence settling over the room. A small chill crawls upon 당신 and 당신 shiver involuntarily. The metallic smell of your "office" seems dark and scary now that 당신 are alone. 당신 know it's unreasonable to be scared; you've worked here for a while now and have stayed later than this. Maybe it's because 당신 can't hear the soft pitter patter of his footsteps, 또는 maybe it's because the radio just 로스트 battery; all 당신 know is that something feels wrong.
당신 attempt to clear your mind, and to show yourself 당신 are okay (which 당신 actually aren't) and even try to smile (no one's there to see your pain, and the smile turns out to be a weak one). 당신 hear a faint click that makes your head snap around, but 당신 don't know what it is (but 당신 should've, it would made a difference), so 당신 go back to concentrating on your work.
It's your big break, a chance to prevail and make a better way 앞으로 in life. (— "Just one 더 많이 minute, two 더 많이 minutes, okay, only seventeen 분 left, and then we can go, I promise."—)You feel the intense heat before the see the fire, unknowing, 당신 wipe your sweaty brow (—"Probably just no A/C in the summer, right mijo?"—). Soon 당신 feel small flames, licking up the walls as if saying, 'Too late, 당신 should've known better.'
당신 spin around, and then back away, not watching where 당신 are going (you are too freaked out to be logical) and your back hits against the metal table, 당신 make an oomphsound and your breath escapes from you. 당신 take long, slow breaths and start to smell smoke, see 더 많이 불, 화재 coming through. What did they say about 불, 화재 safety again? 당신 rack your mind for answers. 당신 오리 down (they always said the oxygen stays at the bottom of the room, right? 또는 was that the top?) and try to stay calm, even though 당신 just can't. (How would 당신 feel if 당신 were stuck in a metal room with no windows in a fire?)
A flame touches your leg and 당신 scream even though 당신 know that it wastes the precious (albeit little) oxygen 당신 have left.
당신 scream, feeling your skin burn. Lists of profanities come out of your mouth as 당신 feel your air slowly leave the room.
Your throat burns from lack of air and your skin is now gone(or at least it feels like it's gone), 당신 can't even 곰 to look down at yourself in fear of seeing yourself in a bad condition.
당신 let a tear slide down your cheek in solitude, and let your breath go, 당신 let yourself fade and leave without too many regrets. Except one thing that 당신 don't regret, so with your last breath 당신 pray for him . . . then 당신 let go.
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this, but HecateA (yes, the HecateA said it was her favorite, so I decided I'd post it for her, because she's lovely, and my non-hug gift doesn't seem so amazing after all.
link is yet another snippet from my story on fanfiction.net (Who am I?), which is all 초 person mystery pieces.
link: Reyna
link: Luke
[This is Esperanza Valdez.]