The Stupid Details That My Heart Is Breaking For : 'A Few Clichés'
AUTHORS TRIGGER WARNING This story contains sensitive and disturbing themes such as kidnapping, blood, violence, threats, abuse, substance use, PTSD, and death. I have decided to publish a reduced and softened version of this content, but it may still be triggering for some readers. The content is entirely fictional and has no connection to real events. I advise emotionally sensitive readers to consider this warning before reading. Note: When you reach the end of the story, I highly recommend listening to the song "Elvis Costello - I Want You" that I have included. ----------- ----------- ----------- ----------- ------ The Stupid Details That My Heart Is Breaking For G wen, opened her eyes painfully, hands and mouth bound, to the sound of a rusty, creaking bed in the dark and damp second floor of an abandoned shack. Her mind was numb from drugs, dazed and weak. Sharp pain and heat radiated from her wrists and ankles, making it difficult to breathe. She brought her han