josephmurrhee
Uncontrollable
The car accelerates, and it's only a matter of moments before the boy is basked in the piercing gaze of the headlights. Electrical signals race from Jame's brain, sending commands to his hands and feet to stop, to steer away, to do anything. But as in every night before this, his hands and feet do not respond. They aren't his, he has no control over their actions.
From behind a set of eyes which feel alien to him, all he can do is watch in familiar abject horror as the car continues towards the child.
(This photo shows a subjective view, offering the POV of James)
Uncontrollable
The car accelerates, and it's only a matter of moments before the boy is basked in the piercing gaze of the headlights. Electrical signals race from Jame's brain, sending commands to his hands and feet to stop, to steer away, to do anything. But as in every night before this, his hands and feet do not respond. They aren't his, he has no control over their actions.
From behind a set of eyes which feel alien to him, all he can do is watch in familiar abject horror as the car continues towards the child.
(This photo shows a subjective view, offering the POV of James)