VISUAL PROMPT
by Louisa Wilhelm @ artstation

Your character lives alone in a harsh and desolate setting...
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in between his legs he speaks “Liam wait should we do this your parents are home” I sigh pushing off of him “Fine do whatever I need to get something” I say coldly before leaving the room leaving him alone
(Samuel pov) I feel glad he stopped if I was honest I hated this now 3 months ago it felt nice and good to get it off my chest but now I **Hated** it so much the feeling of he’s hands on my skin made my skin crawl I sat up on he’s bed running a hand through my hair looking down on the floor as he walked back in with a few books and he’s laptop speaking “You do whatever I need to finish up my space and planetary science exam” he said coldly, I always felt like I was in the wrong around him he made me feel crazy but I just nod “Okay..” I say quietly as he sits at he’s desk starting to study and I grabbed my phone unlocking it as I saw 5 miss calls from my dad and over a dozen messages “Where the fuck are you boy” “Samuel where are you” “Don’t fucking ignore me” “what would your mother think not coming home” “I hope your fucking dead” along with other messages though I just put my phone on silent mode and put it back in my pocket if I replied I wouldnt feel any better so it was better that I just didn’t reply at all and hoped it would wash over by the time that I got home, “It’ll be wrong if I ask Liam if I can stay over and he would never agree” I think to myself as I move back to lay on he’s bed closing my eyes as I think “it would be better if I was died wouldn’t it?” I think to myself the scars on my thighs starting to sting again tho it wasn’t a unusual feeling it hurt more then making them I think to myself as I hear Liam speak “Samuel what’s that fucking planet I can never remember called?” He says frustrated as I sit up on my elbows “Ceres or Neptune” I say before he speaks “Cere’s” he says as I see him write something down though I couldn’t care less and lay back down just thinking quietly to myself “why couldn’t my dad just care about me?” I think to myself as I think back to the night my mother died, my dad wasn’t even there he was at the bar with friends and I was alone at the hospital with a nurse watching me, I couldn’t even wrap my head around how he didn’t lose custody and I was still in he’s care even though a nurse had to watch me since he didn’t want to come this world was just really sick and twisted and I was at the back hand of it I look over at Liam who for the last five minutes was focusing on he’s exam