Trigger warning: heavier subjects and intensity.
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The gun fell to the ground with a loud clunk. Marv was on her knees, her breath was shallow like she ran a mile and her heart was beating in her ear. The atmosphere had changed in the room, in her head, Marv's emotions were trying to keep up with the different moods she was shifting through. Her chest was in pure pain and she just couldn't breathe. She began to scratch her arms and shake, and forget.
Arioch saw the deep scars she was carving into her skin. "Marv, you have to believe me." he pleaded with her. "I had to chain her up, she was unstable, I had to protect the clan, I had to protect everyone." He tried to get her attention, to get her to stop scratching, to hurting herself.
