World so cold- 12 stones
Warnings- cussing, bloody description, murder, mentions of self harm, mentions of mental health matters, mention of taking medication.
{go read the new book The Thorns That Stay}
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Authors POV-
It's morning, you've been up all night yet again, and now you lay on your bed, glaring at the now empty pill bottle on your side table.
"Fucking rip-offs..." you growl under your breath, turning away to face the wall. "This is the third brand that has failed."
You've been trying to get sleep, or at least get a bit of rest, anything would be nice. But none of the medication for sleeping has worked, and you've tried three of them now, all with no success. You turn back to the small table that the pill bottle was on, glaring at the clock. The clock read 4:26 am, and you could hear the neighbors fighting again, it's been like this for the past three weeks. It's something about a baby, from what you could hear, along with something about cheating.
You utter curses under your breath, sitting up, and glancing around the room. It would be morning soon, you knew that for sure, and you would have to do a run into the market for some food and other necessities at noon.
"Bloody hell, I need to move, or at least confront them about the yelling..." you sigh, standing up from the bed and walking to the bathroom.
Looking at yourself in the dirty and cracked mirror, you let out a small sigh, glaring at your arms and neck. Your once soft (skin color) skin was now littered with scars, bruises, and even a few burn marks. Your neck had bruises on it as well, along a few scratches on it.
You mumble and start to change from your tank top and shorts, to a turtle neck and jeans, along with some long black boots and a belt. Soon, you walk out of the bathroom to your bedside table, opening a drawer and looking inside. There was a knife and a gun, so you grab both, placing the knife in your pocket, then placing the gun in a holder on your belt. You grabbed a long dark coat on the way to the front door.
By the time you were done with all this, the clock read 6:12 am, and you could already hear other people getting up. Soon enough, you were out in the hallway, heading to the stairs. A few people are already out, some just chilling, and others going downstairs.
"(Your name), been a lil' bit, 'asn't it?" A voice calls from behind you.
You turn around and see Kathy, an old friend of yours. "Kathy, it has been a bit!" You smile, walking over to her. She was around 70, and fighting with breast cancer. She had dusty red hair, beautiful green eyes, and her skin was tan, even though she barely got any sun now an days.
She smiled some and leaned on a wall, coughing some. "Been takin' your meds?" She croaks, looking at you with a stern glare.
"Trying to, its hard to get them now." You reply, sighing lightly. It's been six months since you've last taken your supplements, for your anxiety and depression that is.
They stopped selling them thirty months ago, and people who had a large supply sold them to other people. But sadly, they ran out, and no one has the guts to go around the medical base in the downtown area.
"Thought so...so i brought these," she pulled her bag in front of her, and pulled out four bottles. "snuck 'em out."
"Kathy! You could have died, What the hell?!" You whisper, grabbing her hands and looking around.
"Oh hush, (Y/n), I'm fine." She chuckles, placing them into her bag again.
"Kathy your could have gotten hurt, or killed!" You protest, looking at her with worry.
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Thorns (TordxReader fanfic)
FanfictionThis book is a throw away, anything happens, I don't give a shit about it much anymore but it will update when I am bored. This book as more of a story plot ▽ {The Thorns That Stay, go read that} Five years after the world was taken over, nearly 98%...
