postictal: (what the fuck boy)
Tim W█████ ([personal profile] postictal) wrote in [community profile] bigapplesauce 2015-06-20 07:18 am (UTC)

"Yeah?" The amount of effort it takes to keep his voice from rising in pitch and volume and outrage is damn near impossible, and he doesn't quite manage it. Sheer incredulity still skews the word too high, too sharp, the you've got to be joking more than implicit.

"It was in our heads." They both know, even if they never really talked about it. "It was in our dreams. We both saw it, in the trees. You know what that means." Because if that's not confirmation, then Tim doesn't know what is. He'd lied to push them ahead in the moment - and it's what he does, and it's what they say about roads to hell being paved with good intentions, what totheark always said, LIAR LIAR LIAR. He's not gonna be okay, he's never gonna be okay, and insisting otherwise is the same pointless, optimistic bullshit the doctors fed him his entire goddamned life.

We'll find a way out of this, Tim.

Normal life's just around the corner, Tim.

Just hang in there, Tim. Hang in there, because everything's gonna be fine.

He got so good at distinguishing the right tone of voice for a lie. All the little signs and twitches and darting of eyes. And they kept insisting, and there came that point, he's not exactly sure when - that he just stopped believing it.

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