Your personal Tumblr journey starts here
Russianllterature / 001 / SC * Learning A Hell Of A Curve. - Blog Posts
in any sense of words left in him , 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.
he had never travelled before in his life, cooped up only in stifling corners of black rooms and choking smell of blood in dark rooms, until a few months later have seen him in SWEDEN. overwhelming than baltimore and its woods, with bustling crowds and big bricked houses and having nowhere familiar to run to; and yet, he finds familiarity in the dark at the back of a truck, with sharp and cold metal promising hurt by the men who drove it somewhere.
‟ ... ❜ he stayed still behind crates, smelling gunpowder and high risks of uncertainty especially as with every bump on the road, he can only hear the wild racing of his heart and the heat of his mother’s palm on his cheeks. careless, reckless, useless —— surely by now with the reminders of the tip of his father’s wrath on his skin, alex would’ve learned a hell of a curve.
unfortunately, getting separated on their first international getaway is unintentionally not on his list; and hopefully, the german words drilled into him before they get there is enough to keep him alive. before then, escaping capture from an accidental kidnapping - - alex made sure not to make a trace of life when he chose this as a hiding spot - - is the topmost priority. honestly, he should’ve checked the truck first if there’s someone in there before he jumped in to hide ... STUPID !