Toxic-Plasma666

It’s been years since Hannibal seen the outside world, the only images he’s ever seen was from his own memory and the photo’s Will sent him, 8 years since he’s seen him and his little girl Abigail, she a photos very month, she grew into a beautiful young girl, her dark curly hair and bright blue eyes, hidden behind glasses, his favourite photo was of Abigail standing there with a huge grin on her face holding her missing tooth, it was the only photo that had Will in it and it was the only photo he looked at, at night before he slept. Will sat up reading a book with his dog’s at his feet, it was gone 9 and Abby w

I watched as he fell. Watched as  his eyes lost their life. Watched as all he was faded into nothing. I screamed but the sound was nothing compared to the way I felt. I ran, ran to him, not giving up, not wanting it to be true, not wanting my life to have no reason. I hugged him close to me, begging for him to come back, begging for him not to leave me alone in this scary world, begging him to smile just once more. I looked into his lifeless eyes and saw the ghost of his final smile in them, his final laugh, his final wish. I cried, knowing the tears would do nothing but still praying he would hear them and come back to comfort me, to

Bartholomew Pearce stared into space, A flicker of an image appeared and disappeared just as fast as he could blink. He sat on the Tavern's comfy stool and turning the counter, faced the Barmaid. ''Can I get ya'll anything?'' It was Sugar pie. Bartholomew knew her just as much as anyone around the joint, Perky and loyal to her job. Always optimistic and cheery, trying to lift the burdens of those who came here. ''Just the regular'' ''Coming right up'' As Sugar pie went around the counter, An image flickered in his head again causing a small cutting like pain that he couldn't identify. Shifting on the stool, He tried to recall what memory