(♦)sad boy, you need to stop crying. your eyes are swollen & you’re got salt in your eyes. your knuckles are bleeding from that fight with yourself. how is your broken nose healing? well i hope. STOP CRYIN’ ! everyone down the hall can hear it. SAD BOY, who hurt you ?
“YOU, if my memory serves correctly. i won’t hold it against you, though.” another step brings them infinitely closer, their torsos not even a foot apart as josh’s hand moves to her jaw. “your tastes have definitely improved.” the hand at his hip is noted - it spreads an enigmatic mix of fire and ice through his nerves. emily is, has been, always will be a MYSTERY to him. “oh, now that’s just not fair! you only win because you’re so damn good at getting me to break a poker face.” tan thumb brushes across smooth skin below. “and they call ME the schemer.”
❛ i’d stick ONE HUNDRED AND ONE pickaxes in his cheating forehead if it was legal. ❜ lips purse, bare feet stepping forward until her plush chest pressed against his bare one. ❛ is that so, mr. washington? my taste in men might not be great sometimes but my taste in lingerie has improved. ❜ it feels odd to say the least, bringing up MIKE in such an intimate moment. eyes close, lashes fluttering against olive skin. ❛ oh! so i’m a schemer! coming from you, that is such a high compliment. ❜
Emily coming back from the dead after being shot by Mike and dragging her rotting corpse of a body to wherever Mike is in order to get revenge. - Anonymous
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sour NAILS , falling off . they DIG into her eye socket —PULLING the last of her EYE from the bullet hole . CONGEALED BLOOD - black and putrid , DRIPPING down her gored cheek . PUTRID stench on her moldy skin . the BULLET still rattles around her in SKULL– and when she RUNS ( it’s not running , it is a SLOW stumble as she HOLDS onto her flesh – attempting to HOLD herself together ) . PIECES of her are LONG gone . ( her left eye , her STOMACH and INTESTINES ) . her right foot is twisted and she drags it behind her . NO ONE found her . they left her corpse down there to ROT . and so she did .
UNTIL TONIGHT . and what she remembers – her begging , her CRIES . for HELP , to SPARE her life . that ashley turned on her ( sam didn’t ) . the WAY it felt to have a bullet enter her SKULL , how it hurt but it wasn’t THAT bad . she’d taken worse beatings before . but that didn’t COME TO MIND . all she knew was death . her death .
she can feel her FLESH decaying around her , infected and rancid . the FIRST thing that happened UPON her awakening , was the NEED to breathe . so she’d PUNCHED her ribs in , ripping out her lungs . ( AIR is overrated anyways ) . from a NEW wound , her organs fall out . kidney’s swinging from the GASH . teeth CHATTER together , her final words being SPOKEN over and over again . malicious intent ,
mephitic and corroded . she remembers WHICH ONE mike’s house is . that his BEDROOM is on the bottom floor and that when they dated , he ALWAYS slept with his window open .
ghastly FINGERNAILS drag over her window , another one falling off as she DRAGS them down the glass . her THROAT erupt with a laugh , maybe . BLACK BLOOD comes up – spilling over her ruined jacket .
‘ MIKE … mike … ! ’
it’s HARD for her to heave the BODY over the window sill . abominable , she IS . she became . ALONE by the people she trusted . ( did they MOURN her ? ) .
there’s a MUMBLE in the room , almost as if he’s WAKING up . he better be . she TRIES again , but only and laugh and BLOOD comes out . it drips onto the white carpet and more pieces come apart . ( THREE MORE FINGERNAILS , a toe , a FINGER and her liver ) . it slides on the floor and her putrescent , BROKEN foot drags through it ) .
saliva DRIPS down her chin – more black blood as well . this laugh is FERAL , from deep in her body and her blood drips down and onto mike’s sleeping form .
I should wake up every morning and feel like this. Remembering every drop of blood I spilled. Do you still have the memory machine? You used it on that Strucker kid. Put me in it. But you’re already thinking about doing that, right? To jog my memory? So bring it in here, make it my bed, and keep every memory, every detail, right at the surface where it belongs.
