adam and svetlana

PM to Adam {Anon}

I should not have wounded you. I do not regret it, I just feel odd. Strange pangs. I have nightmares. Words are hard. Bother me.

You didn't die and God has punished me enough.

Please leave me alone.

Everything is hard.

The lights were off, but someone was home at number 4, Cherry Street...

who: svetlana and open
where: cherry street
when: late


Something had obviously gone monumentaly wrong.

One minute she's signing release forms, next she's lying awake in a dimly lit room with a feeling of intense forebodeing. The first thing that flashed into her mind with a deep, chest compressing panic, was that she'd hallucinated being in hospital. She was still in that fucking cell. She was... oh fuck fuck.