•Running sobbing away from the place your mother was tormented. Running back to the last little memory you had of your mother. Your little home where the last touch of your mother sat. wasting. You saw bright light where your home used to lay. You run faster.•
"O-oh my god...."
•your house was being engulfed in the hell your mother died in. It's on fire. Not a time to waste you run in, The flames were surprisingly low, but extremely Smokey. You grabbed whatever you could, the old spoon, the cookbook, your little doll, and an ax. And your mothers wool coat.•
•your lungs filled with chard, you ran out of the house coughing up smoke.•
•you ran a little more back to the 1st tree you climbed with your mother, you struggled to climb up without your moms boost up. You were only 6. 6 years old and you were alone with no one to save you. • the rocks of the wind drifted you to sleep...
When you woke up and looked back to your old memories. All you saw was dead grass.
YOU ARE READING
Mandela catalog(Gabriel x reader)
FanfictionIgt this is my first time doing anything like this and I'm starting this on a whim soooo- this might just turn into a joke at some point ☠️
