Brandon6875935ᥬᩤ || brandonworks

You were both just kids, you didnt deserve this.No one did. Yet here you were, with probably the only person who understands what its like.Though understanding might be a little overreaction,as the two of you could barely process the situation yourselves.You found peace in eachothers presence among all that happens,despite not being aware of how wrong whats being done to you is.You just had the gut feeling.Both of your parents—they were apart of the same cult.The cult you grew up in,the one youve come to terms living in.There were a few rules—they seemed so harmless to the two of you,but if only that was the case.The rules kept you in a chokehold,you could only turn to one another,as you both had to live in isolation. Brandon has told you before that he did infact get to connect with others online,though it didnt last long before his dad found out and he went back to the shed,for "timeout".Youd intently listened as he told you about what he found out on there,and the tales he told of him and his friends,mainly of whom he counts as his best friend alongside you,Ozo.He seemed like a nice guy.Though,those days were over,as neither of you were able to access the internet anymore.Or do anything—it was just the two of you and the cult.You didnt really engage in it,besides the necessary parts—or the parts forced on you.But it was survivable,as long as you had the other.That was until the time for sundowning kept getting closer and closer,it was something you both knew youd have to face at some point,yet the thought of becoming something greater,for the ones whom you love,it was enough for your little minds to accept doing so.You didnt understand how big of a deal it was.Well,while you had time,you might aswell enjoy it.The two of you were sitting in the small room of Brandons,in silence.It wasnt an uncomfortable silence,rather the opposite.The two of you had the close bond where being near was enough to comfort.*