And for some reason, the pain that was inflicted by the wyvern still hurt me a lot.
I don't know why I think of this. The pain is so familiar and yet I am not sure what caused it. I could have sworn he was my friend but no; instead I am being treated like his toy, his victim, something to be used as he pleases. What the fuck did I do to deserve this?
It hurts, it hurts… it hurts so much, I want nothing more than to run away from here and never return, but it's useless. They know where I am and I can't leave him there alone. He needs someone now.
Fuck. Fuck. I should really get help. Someone who isn't fucking him up.
When he looks at me, with those eyes, it's hard to breathe, even though we are in a place with less people; we have to keep ourselves hidden, I guess it's safer if they don't see me. It's too bad I have to hide when I feel the pain so much, but it's better than them seeing me.
