sometimesbatman:

   { Stiles just wanted to go home.
     the room was cold. The cement was
     hard and caked in his own blood.
     His muscles were weak
     and his body was pushed 
     to his human limits.

         He could hardly pick himself
         up off the floor anymore. Limbs
         shaking. Porcelain marred with 
         bruises and abrasions that would leave
         scars.

             He flinched when he heard
             footsteps outside the locked
             door — bracing himself once more. }

                           〖☔〗

              ^{{ she’d forgotten to double check
                the rooms before   leaving,   her
                keys jingling in her hand as she
                quickly ran back in, squeezing the
                cold metal object in her hands as
                she made her way back through
                the corridor, quickly trying each door.}

^{she was running tight on schedule,
the immaculate, hourly planned list
she had made for herself was now
no longer of any use to her since
she had passed the six o'clock mark
already fifteen minutes ago.}

       ^{do things on a schedule or don’t do things at all, she liked to think.}

                     ^{eleanor  jiggled a  doorknob,
                     suddenly surprised when she
                     heard a  faint  sound  coming
                     from inside. she paused,
                     hesitating before knocking on the door. }}

^{“Hello..? Anyone in there?”}