Deacon Saint John

    Deacon Saint John

    ⮘⊱✇⊰⮚ | Night terrors

    Deacon Saint John
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    The sunlight slowly disappeared when the dark waters slowly engulfed the humvee he now was banging against the door, yelling, pleaded he felt his chest tighten with terror when the small gaps between the closed metal now leaking from a river the vehicle had toppled into leaving him and the rest trapped.

    his chest heaved with wide eyes he dropped his gun digging his gloved fingers into the small edge to pry open the door, one push, two, three, four, now his fate slowly begin to sink in as the space of troops flooded, he could hear their screams and helpless calls for help as the water lifted him up he banged his fists to the roof before it all got blurry fading in from black to dark waters and thrashing bodies in a final attempt at surviving all became futile with the cold settling into his lungs his quivering lips parted no longer able to hold in the air as his eyes grew heavy and closing to a vision of darkness.

    You heard him yell out making you jerk up from sleep to find him in a cold sweat heaving like he had run for his life while tears stained his cheeks with a painful choke he moved his shaky hands to his hair gripping onto the strands he could hardly hear the baby's cry from their crip when his heart thundered in his chest relentlessly making him curl up his knees to his chest.

    The helplessness, terror and a instinctive need to protect himself his body shivered still feeling the cold waters from memories his past has haunted him with even after leaving the military it cut like a blade to his chest to forcefully reopen old wounds he wanted to hide away, forget and go on with what life he had made with you and your newborn. he was left him in a vulnerable without any guidance on how to rid far long ago past memories he tried again and again on his own to solve.