Snippet #1665559

A voice. Oh, a voice. Speaking words into James's lonely world. James decided that he should reply, mimicking the sounds with guttural noises. Blood overflowed from his mouth again, making his shirt front even damper. And then something dripped on the side of his face, and then his hand. Oh! It was delightfully cool. James withdrew his hand from the so soft hair and tilted his head back, opening his mouth. He caught one, two, three drops in his mouth before it ended. No more. All gone. James frowned, upset for a second, but then that voice came back. He really liked that voice. It made him feel not lonely. It was so dark here. So dark and scary.

James reached out for the warm body again, catching an arm, the arm that was holding the note, and buried his face in it. So scary. Scary. Scary. He breathed in chocking gasps, trying to escape from the scariness by clutching tighter to the arm. It was warm, safe, real, alive, good. James leaned on the warm body now, shaking in fear. He didn't like this darkness. Why wouldn't it go away? And this pain. It was following him, it moved when he did, staying with his body, in his mouth, in his head. Oh it hurt. But this warmth, oh this warmth? It didn't hurt him, so it must be good. And the voice, and the softness. Good. Blood continued dribbling in a steady stream down the young man's chin. James started to feel rather sleepy as well. Pleasantly so. This warmth was lulling him to sleep. Sleep. Good. He yawned widely, displaying his stump of a tongue for all to see. An then he pressed himself closer to the warmth, shutting his eyes.