“ now, now — calm down. it’s all right. you’re all right. ” the doctor is careful not to reach out and touch her without permission, fearing that doing so will only drive the girl into a further panic. according to the police, this is a remarkably strange case: a group of teenagers, covered in burns and bruises and all manner of lacerations, rescued from a burning cabin atop a mountain, all raving about the monsters that had attacked them. half the emergency room is in turmoil over it. “ it’s all right. can you breathe for me? nice and slow — deep breaths. that’s it. can you tell me your name? ”
it tastes like rot. a bad season, veins silted, seeped through skin, wrecking sight, reckoning price. eyes welled with tears, cracked lips pressing together. her skin reeks of blood and dried tears, the torn fabric of her clothing exposing mutilations & old scars. knuckles graze, touching against the fabric of the gurney she rested upon. her lungs are blocked, fear clouding her words because she might be safe or dying in the bottom of the mines, mind tricking her into the illusion of safety. ❛ davis … ❜ her breath shakes, lungs rattling as she grips onto the fabric, ignoring the throbbing of her wounds. ❛ i’m i’m emily. emily davis. where am i? where are my friends? are they okay? ❜
people don’t talk about the death. everything gets harder but at least now they can have mirrors around again. they can stop worrying about girls and beasts and BEASTS & GIRLS, and the cemeteries see less traffic. nobody wants to leave flowers on the grave of a girl who is both THE MAIDEN & THE MONSTER.
i’m not the killing type , i’m not the killing type i’m not , i’M NOT THE KILLING TYPE ! i’m not the killing type , i’m not , i’m not , i’m not , i’m not… .
