GW-Lover

He ran. He ran as far as his tiny legs could carry him. His limbs flailed cutting through the air until nothingness consumed him. The air became thick, so thick you could barely breathe. His lungs ferociously roared in the November chill. He was lost, the world was a grey mist, no shapes prevailed. He sat on the damp earth beneath him and shivered. Jacks twisted hand had brought a chill to his heart. Silence accompanied the wall of fog and created a melody of fear within the child. The silence turned to a throbbing. A barely auditable drum in his head. And as the silence continued, its pace increased and so did its volume. The walls closed in

gerard caresed frank with the soup frank started screaming: AHHHHH FUCK GEE ITS HOTTTTT gerard asumed he said FUCK GEE YOUR'E HOT and frank ended up in hospital with 3rd degree burns