[Danny's dream begins with a blurry, unfocused mix of a hundred different faces. His parents, who stayed with each other out of circumstance, who couldn't bring themselves to love him and had admitted that they don't know why they never did. Men who he'd thought he'd loved, men who'd used him, who he'd used; of that one night where he'd let anyone have him who wanted to. Of all the drugs and alcohol that he'd taken to numb himself to the world around him, to make it all better. Then Alex, whom he'd loved more than anything, who'd cleared his head and then hurt him more than anyone else.
All the lies, so many that Danny lost track. The dream flashes from moment to moment, everything feeling less like reality and more like something his imagination is creating, though it's all true. The trunk, the illness, all the death, everything's his fault, he can't take it anymore, a little girl.
He jerks awake, sitting up and immediately getting out of the swinging bed, moving to the door of his room as fast as he can. He needs air, he can't breathe, and he stumbles out into the hall only to see J there.]
J.. are you alright. [Danny kneels beside her, hands floating just above her shoulders.] J.
cw: abuse and drugs
All the lies, so many that Danny lost track. The dream flashes from moment to moment, everything feeling less like reality and more like something his imagination is creating, though it's all true. The trunk, the illness, all the death, everything's his fault, he can't take it anymore, a little girl.
He jerks awake, sitting up and immediately getting out of the swinging bed, moving to the door of his room as fast as he can. He needs air, he can't breathe, and he stumbles out into the hall only to see J there.]
J.. are you alright. [Danny kneels beside her, hands floating just above her shoulders.] J.