coffeehousehaunt prompted: Bo and Fear
Haha remember this? I finally got around to filling another one :P
Now that she’s acknowledged it, Bo’s fear feels like a tangible thing. It hums insistently from inside the box on the seat of her car, pulses with every beat of her heart. It’s like kerosene rushing through her veins in place of blood, and as much as she doesn’t want to be alone right now, it feels like the slightest look might spark and ignite her skin, and the flames would engulf everyone she loves along with her.
She can’t let that happen. She’s hurt enough people over the years, lied and manipulated and killed; whatever it is she is becoming now, she won’t let it touch her family.
It’s just…she doesn’t know if she can protect them. Because she can feel it, coiling in the pit of her stomach, waiting to strike. The darkness she’s fought so hard to ignore is growing stronger, and she’s not sure she’ll be able to stop it from swallowing her whole.
Or if anyone she loves will be safe when it does.