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Flesh and Felt

Gore Noun Blood that has been shed, especially as a result of violence. "I want you to be the one to tear my pathetic felt body apart..." This is updated semi-daily, I gotta feed you fireflies.

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Julie’s Lament.1

It hurt so bad, the taste and smell was awful. You had finally stopped vomiting but it felt like you just expelled all of your organs out of your body. Wally sat next to you his big eyes staring at you with concern written into them, "Neighbour…?" You looked at him and gave him a pained smile. "I'm okay Wally, we're okay." The truth is you weren't okay, something was terribly wrong but you didn't know what it was. "Comere little guy." You opened your arms and he climbed into your lap, you curled up with him. "It'll be okay, the scary man can't get us anymore." Though you knew you were somewhat safe in your room you still felt something watching you. You never would be safe again would you? Julie had been watching over you, "You get attached so easily Wallace…" She sighed. Julie was just as trapped in Wally's world as you were, stuck in an endless void forced to listen to him ramble on about his love for her and you. She missed the way Wally was before he had gone mad, she was angry that he had fallen so far from grace because of a terrible decision made by money hungry producers but she blamed herself for it too. Maybe if she had done something sooner maybe just maybe he wouldn't have gone mad but that was long in the past he was even worse now, he was certainly coming apart at the seams. Breaking down, sudden changes in mood, manic episodes, talking bad about himself, forcing others to kill for him. He wouldn't last much longer like this and Julie knew it, she still cared for him even though he had imprisoned her to his world of wonder and desire, she made it her eternal duty to take care of Wally because he had made it his duty to take care of her after her husband died. "You're still hurting on the inside aren't you Wallace? It hurts for me too…" Julie stared down at him crying next to Barnaby on the floor. "Don't beat yourself up, it's not your fault. You've still got some good left in you." She held her wrist feeling like she might cry herself. He looked so small and scared, he lost everything when he was let go, his job, his best friend, his sanity, everything. It just wasn't fair how he'd been cast aside and left to fall into a pit of insanity. Julie went back to watching you, "And you were so young, you had no idea how much he cared about you, he stills cares about you it's just hard to do that now. You were like the child he could never have." She sighed. Julie remembered when Wally would read the letters you sent to him to her, he'd always express his sorrow when you'd make vague mention to your parents not being the most loving people and wished he could take care of you instead. Even though he seemingly had everything he could ever want he never had the chance to have a child of his own, maybe that was why he loved the job he had or why he was so kind ot everyone, he wanted to distract himself from the fact that he may never truly fall in love and have a family. It broke Julie's heart to see such a kind person break apart the way he had, she hoped that the nightmare that you and Wally were stuck in would end soon. The two of you didn't deserve the torment that you went through, she wished she could help the two of you but it was far above her abilities to do that. "I believe in you…you'll make it…you'll both survive I know it…"

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