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03/01/2021 07:21 PM  bold muse - spooky vibes edition bold muse (spooky vibes edition) bloodied knuckles | tear stained cheeks | rust | a busted lip | claws | fangs | a bloody nose | chattering teeth | a dark space underneath the bed | scratching noises on a wall | creaking metal | fog | dancing under moonlight | blood dripping lips | heavy breathing in the dark | a feeling of unexplained dread | a figure in a dark corner | dirty peeling wallpaper | a bloody handprint on the wall | sobbing in the dark | bite marks on the skin | eerie whispers | a hood covering a stranger’s eyes | the growl of a hidden animal | the sound of a blade being sharpened | a deep, dark forest | walking on the streets alone at night | a cobweb-filled, abandoned building | eyes darting in paranoia | a heavy beating pulse | the feeling of being trapped | struggling to get out a scream | boards covering broken windows | a quiet graveyard | a gas station in the middle of nowhere | a road that never ends | heavy fog rolling in | the scent of blood in the air | eerie old photographs | walking along traintracks at night | a chill going up the spine | gathering crows | a dusty, dimly lit study | mist over a deserted cobblestone street | ghost towns | shadows around a campfire | the sound of chanting | church bells tolling | an orange harvest moon | a broken down carnival | a dirty stuffed animal abandoned | wiping bloody hands on fabric | nightmares | waking up in a panic | a power outage | heavy lightning storms | a secret trap door | the feeling of being watched | fear from trauma | a Ouija board set out on a table | an eerie doll | a scream of anguish and pain | withered plants | a room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | owl eyes in the dark | curled, dead tree branches | a ritual altar | flickering candles | a lantern held up in the dark | fear of being followed | creaking floorboards | repressed, horrible memories | clenched teeth | soft, echoing piano keys | an old book covered in dust | many pairs of glaring eyes | stumbling in pitch black darkness | being stranded in the middle of nowhere | tarot cards on a table | a trail of blood 0 Comments  Report Post

02/27/2021 11:14 PM  The new girl... The new girl... feat. Levi, Samantha aka Kandy, and Bree (npc) Kitty Kat Lounge 0000 hrs “Veronica my girl... how the f*** are you?” chimed the bartender Nicole as the emerald-haired lamb took a seat at the bar. “It's been a minute, huh? I have just been laying low for a few, you know how it is.” she returned, nodding her head with a chin lift to signal for a drink. “Yeah, I know... guess what? We have a noob tonight.” Nicole informed as she poured Veronica a cup of Grey Goose and Redbull. “Oh yeah, she good?” Veronica asked but didn't really mean was the girl good at dancing. “Yup, her name is Bree.” spoke softer as Nicole slid the drink over to her. She immediately picked it up and took a sip, nodding her head that it was perfect. The bartender added it to her tab and went on to serve other customers. Veronica was more than a customer at the club, she was a regular, had her own seat in the back where it was in the darkness, enough to conceal certain activities yet had a nice view of the center stage where the beautiful women curved their amazing bodies around a tall steel pole. - Just as Veronica was about to rise from the barstool and head to her spot the annoyance stepped up right behind her. She turned around in her seat and sipped her drink, looking up at him with a bothered expression. “Levi... why are you here? Just one night out without you trying to babysit me!?” of course he didn't have anything to say in reply and just gestured towards her normal sitting place. “For suck sake, whatever.” she groaned and got up, walked to the back, and sat down at the darkened table. Levi followed right behind her and sat across from her. Raising his hand in the air so Nicole would come over and take his drink order. Sure enough, she came running right over and tried her best flirting with him but the poor thing, it was no use. Levi was emotionless, and wouldn't even look at a woman in any type of romantic way. Not since his family was killed. He was never the same and even though Nicole was beautiful and sweet, she didn't have a chance in hell with him. Veronica watched as her favorite girl entered the stage. Kandy... she was so gorgeous and had an amazing body. She made bank every single night she worked and it wasn't just because of Veronica. Everyone would have their eyes glued to her as she worked the pole and crawled around on stage. Sipping her drink more, she got comfortable and set the glass down to light up a cigarette. Passing one to Levi as well, she knew he would want one sooner or later. Sitting back, relaxing as the club began to fill, it was still early and by two in the morning the club would be packed and filled with drunken horny men and women, the air filled with weed and cigarette smoke. Thick and hard to see through. By her second drink, Kandy finally made her way over to Veronica's lap. “Hey V baby... she bubbled and kissed her cheek and threw her arms around her shoulders, hugging her to her glittered body. “Lookin' damn good up there tonight.” Veronica said, giving her a small pop on her bare ass cheek. Kandy then grabbed Veronica's drink and took a big gulp of it before setting it down. The girls weren't supposed to drink while working but yeah right. “Hi, Levi...” Kandy said sweetly and soft and he just turned his shoulder to her, saying nothing. “Don't mind him as usual Sam.” V went on... “So, there is a new girl, huh? When she coming out?” she asked, tapping her digits upon the woman's thigh. “Oh Bree, she is up next and you will love her V, and she is good too.” Kandy then got up from her lap. “This guy wants a lapdance, be back in three songs.” she smiled big, kissed Veronica's cheek again, and then clicked her heels off to make that money. Moments later, the lights dimmed into a nice red hue and the lights that lined behind the stage began to turn off and on. Gathering the crowds' attention as well as Veronicas. She put out her smoked-down cigarette and held her gaze to the stage, awaiting this new dancer Bree. The Dj came over the system to announce her and the music began to play. She stepped out from behind a black curtain and already ruled the room. Her look was glorious, her body was fit and the curves were muscular, her hair wild as she circled the pole and then wrapped her hands around it, flipping herself up and snaking her length around the cold steel as she worked her way down. Veronica got up from her seat, stepped to the stage to throw some twenties down. A few men followed suit and the beauty on all fours, slowly crawled over to Veronica, her chocolate hues finding hers. “Hi...V.” the girl said as she got up on her knees before her, beautiful cleavage in her face. Veronica slid a bill in her g-string and smirked. “Very nice... Bree.” she whispered and Bree kissed her on the lips. Veronica then backed away, allowing Bree to continue her show and work the stage, it was covered in cash. She returned to her seat and just as she sat down Levi got up. Veronica cocked an eyebrow up at him. “Uh, where you goin' Levi?” she asked and he didn't answer her, just snailed over to the stage, his gaze upon Bree. “Oh sh*t... Levi.” Veronica laughed, she had never seen him do this before and he had followed her to many strip clubs. This was the first time he had ever gone up to the stage. She watched like a hawk, not wanting to miss anything that was about to happen. Levi stood there in his suit and tie, ran his digits through his longish hair, and when Bree came up to him his cheeks blushed. Veronica about fell out of her seat with laughter and disbelief, she just witnessed history in the making. After calming down her laughter she watched closely as he ran his palm down over her hip and gently placed a one hundred dollar bill in her thong. Bree leaned in close to him, both of her hands placed upon his cheeks and she looked down into his eyes. They stayed like that for a few minutes before she pecked his cheek and stepped back to return to the pole, thanking him beforehand with a sweet whisper. Veronica waited for him to come back to the table but he didn't, he just stood there at the stage watching only her. Veronica then realized something had happened just then when their eyes met, something she wouldn't be able to understand. But then, she realized, she in fact did understand... Bree made an impression on Levi, she reminded him of his wife. The poor man. 0 Comments  Report Post

02/24/2021 05:53 PM  I am... I am what I claim to be I am exactly what you see I am more than what I used to be I am much much more than I used to be I am a special breed I am the darkness and light that you see I am the distance between I am the black ink seeped into your skin I am the image in your mind when you try to sleep I am the one under your bed, the boogeyman I am anything you desire to be I am your imagination ...remember me?   0 Comments  Report Post

02/23/2021 01:20 PM  bathroom brawl (fb. tw.) flashback: seventh grade trigger warning: mentions of abuse, rape, violence Seventh grade: Veronica despised school and she had good reason to. She was a loner most of the time other than a few close friends. Most of the kids in school and even some of the staff hated Veronica. They would spit at her and call her names, set her up to get in trouble, and speak badly of her brother and mother. It was no secret of what went on in her home life. Their mother was a drug addict and prostitute by force from their father. He was an abusive alcoholic that would come home loaded and beat their mother until she was unconscious; then he would rape both Veronica and her brother Jared. Sometimes Jared would fight him off, but it was usually because Felix was too trashed. It was no life to live and Veronica attempted suicide one too many times. It was always the same outcome, her thrown into some psych ward, held until she complied then would be released, right back into the toxic environment. Family services always seemed to poke their noses around but would never actually do anything. It was a horrible situation but Veronica and Jared were stuck, even with running away they would always get picked up by the cops and brought right back. People never stopped to think about what could be happening in someone's personal life. Behind closed doors where nobody could see. They knew they knew everything and still would bully Veronica. Sometimes she would defend herself and fight... and on this day the anger inside her was just too much and the unlucky girl had gone too far. - The lunchroom was filled to the brim with kids and Veronica just came through the lunch-line and had her tray of slop in her hands. Scanning the room for a place to sit, she didn't care where - because wherever she sat the people around her would clear the table for sure. Summer was her name, a bubbly blonde bitch that felt the need to be cruel to Veronica whenever the chance. The girl walked by as Veronica stood there looking around for seating. The blonde flipped Veronica's food tray and it went spiraling, food flying all over her clothes and shoes, and the floor. Of course, everyone looked and laughed, fingers pointing as Veronica's cheeks turned red with fury. She hated that girl and was tired of her sh*t. After cleaning herself up in the girls' bathroom she stood at the sink, a sigh expressed heavily as she looked at herself in the mirror. On the verge of breaking down and crying. - Just then several girls including Summer entered the bathroom, all laughing and most likely talking sh*t about someone – probably Veronica. “Oh, there you are.” Summer said with a snotty tone, walking up to her with her little followers right behind her. “I'd back off... if I were you.” Veronica spewed out at her and turned to face her head-on. “Oh... what's wrong V? Your daddy not f*** you good enough last night?” she replied so viciously. Veronica snarled her upper lip, rage in her optics as her blood began to boil. “I WILL F***ING KILL YOU BITCH!” screamed Veronica as she tackled Summer to the bathroom floor, spit in her face, and began punching her rapidly. The girl tried to block Veronicas hits as she sat on top of her, busting her lip open; the girl's nose was draining blood and it filled her mouth, making her choke. Her friends just backed up some and watched, didn't even help the blonde. V was so angry... so mad that she stopped hitting Summer and pulled out a knife. Her little squad then screamed noticing it and ran out of the bathroom scared. Veronica held the blade to the girl's throat, threatening her life. “Touch me... speak to me... utter my f***ing name again... I will kill you, and your family.” she whispered - completely serious. Summer laid there with a bloody beaten face and began to cry, shivering with fear. “Nod if you understand?” Veronica ordered and the girl nodded yes. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom swung open and the school officer yanked Veronica off of the girl and slammed her to the floor a few feet away. He wrestled the knife from her grip and Summer slowly got up and ran away. “V... put the knife down now!” he spoke with authority, knowing Veronica well enough and she knew him, most of the time they had a good relationship between them. With tears in her eyes, she dropped the knife and began to sob, the officer then embracing her in a tight hug. Understanding her reasoning even if it were wrong. “You're in so much trouble.” he said softly and Veronica clung to him and cried. “I... I know.” 0 Comments  Report Post

02/21/2021 10:26 PM  B O L D S (SUN) • egotistical • melted waxwings and fingers • stretching sun-burnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura (MERCURY) • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement (VENUS) • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • sea-foam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips (EARTH) • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rain-forest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains (MOON) • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands (MARS) • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue (JUPITER) • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies (SATURN) • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just.. way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing (URANUS) • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke (NEPTUNE) • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song (PLUTO) • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • trans-formative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth 0 Comments  Report Post

02/19/2021 01:49 PM  little ghosts Childhood Flashback “Let's go to the park Tyler?” chirped young Veronica, they both sitting outside of their apartments with nothing but time on their hands. “It's almost dark, I doubt anyone is going to be there.” he replied but the two decided to go ahead and walk the few blocks to see if any of their friends were there. The night was approaching quickly and the streetlights would soon be on. Most kids would be inside their homes at this time, sitting down for a home-cooked meal. But, not for Tyler and Veronica. At their homes there was nobody making dinner, - not usually. The kids would have to fend for themselves which normally would have theft involved; or a once in a while courtesy pot of stew from the old cat lady in apartment 1B. “Stop walking so fast, we still have time.” said Veronica as she tried to keep up with Tyler, he was taller than she and much faster but he would never leave her behind. “Hurry up!” he replied and slowed down his pace to meet hers. Soon arriving at the neighborhood park and just as she thought there were some kids there still. “See, I told you people would be here.” Veronica smirked and took off running over to where the swings were and where all the kids were playing. Tyler came up behind Veronica and she was just standing there staring blankly into nothingness. “V?” he questioned as he noticed her expression and body language. She was standing still like a statue and any color she had was drained from her face. She didn't speak, didn't blink... would just breathe. Tyler stepped in front of the young girl, his hand waving in her face. “Veronica!” he spoke again, this time a little louder. “What is wrong with you?” he asked with both aggravation and fear in his voice. Still, she just stood there motionless and expressionless. The pink of her lips was now fading away and her orbs became a dark hue of amber. Suddenly Veronica began to mumble to herself and Tyler brought his ear closer, trying to recognize what she was saying. He had no idea, couldn't tell, had never heard the possible language or gibberish before. Veronica finally turned her head towards him and whispered in his ear. “I want to go home.” she said with a hint of sorrow to her tone. “Are you okay?” Tyler asked and took her small hand into his, beginning to walk her back home. “Those kids are mean.” she said frowning, the color coming back to her face now. “What kids?” he said confused, he hadn't seen anyone. 0 Comments  Report Post

01/29/2021 07:47 PM  a date with v? Alone at her desk, Veronica was lost in coming up with new looks for the lingerie that she sold under the table. It was popular with the locals and was selling rapidly at the Kitty Kat Lounge where she frequented. Looking over a brand new piece; the black lace and satin looked beautiful and she knew it would be a big hit. Veronica hoped one day she would actually be able to take her little business somewhere and make something of herself, but, she also knew that was unrealistic and laughable. The vibration from her cell phone that rested upon her desk hidden under various fabrics and materials caught her attention. Veronica could hear it going off and searched through the mess. Her working area was always a disaster even though she worked within it perfectly just as it was. Finding her phone she answered, holding it between her right shoulder and chin. “Vincent?” she immediately got defensive. “Whatever it is, I didn't do it, and tonight is my night off.” she so rudely spoke before he even got a word in. “Hey V...” he replied and Veronica just sat there, breathing into the phone, waiting. “Uh... I know you are probably busy but... want to go to dinner or something?” he asked and her hues shifted, finding his question unusual. Setting down what was in her hands, she held the phone to her ear and thought for a few seconds before saying anything. “What? Are you okay?” she questioned, it could be the only explanation for why he would actually want to hang out with her outside of business-related encounters. Something had to be off, maybe he was drunk or on drugs. He didn't sound high to her but you never can be too sure. He laughed, and before answering Veronica could hear Mikey yelling in the background. “It's a date V!” he hollered and Vincent scolded him to hush. Veronica made a face, scrunching her nose. “Y'all are stupid and on something. I'm busy.” she said, shaking her head. Vincent was serious, he really wanted to take her out. It wouldn't be the first time they would be in close contact, alone together, her in his embrace. They never spoke of such things ever and none of the boys knew of anything. That is until now, that very moment that he was trying to ask her out. Veronica was oblivious to things of that nature. She hadn't had many boyfriends and all the guys she knew were either business associates or just friends. Veronica wasn't sure how she felt about Vince, she hadn't thought about it. There was always a bit of jealousy from him regarding her and other men, she noticed that it was obvious at times. Though Veronica would laugh and think it was cute and shrug it off. “I... I don't think that is such a good idea.” she so softly said with almost instant regret. “Oh... it's cool. Talk to ya later.” replied Vincent and he hung up before she could say anything more. Her hands fell to her lap, the phone still in her grip. “I'm so f***ing stupid.” she said out loud, looking over at her dog Layla that laid upon the floor by her feet. Veronica sighed heavily, a frown on her lips as she felt something come over her. She got up from her desk and went to crawl into bed. Laying there her arm rested across her forehead and she glared at the ceiling. What was wrong with her? Vincent was a guy she respected, trusted her life with. Why would she turn down dinner with him? It was just eating food, no big deal. Perhaps it was the fact Mikey called it a date, that was completely foreign to her, she had never been on an actual date before. A stream of thoughts raced through her mind and she rolled over in bed, hugging her pillow beneath her head. Layla then came into her bedroom and laid down next to her. Veronica smiled and began to pet her, it was taking her mind off of him. Feeling tired, she got into her night shorts and band t-shirt and pulled her hair up messy like. Veronica then walked into the living room to grab a joint for bed and turn out all of the lights. A knock at the door and she perked up, cautiously heading to the door to look through the peephole to see who it was. They had it covered with their thumb and Veronica huffed, unlocking all the locks and swinging open the door with a greeting of “WHAT!?” it was Vincent, standing there not even phased by how she answered the door. “Oh...” her heart felt it would jump out of her chest. “Can I come in?” he asked; it was so strange to her. She looked down, noticed he was holding a red long stem rose. “Uh...” she didn't know what to say. He had never come to her door that way. “Sure.” she said and stepped aside, allowing him to come inside. 0 Comments  Report Post

01/29/2021 02:50 PM  loyalty runs thin Veronica's apartment - Compton 1400 hrs Upon her front porch, Veronica rested in an old blue and white lawn-chair. With her acoustic in her hands, she hummed and strummed with a fag dangling from her chapped lips. It was cold out but it bothered her none, she had drugs in her system and her blood felt as if it were boiling. High as a kite flying wildly on its own. She could barely keep her eyes open, things were happily a blur. With a growing grin the smoke fell from her pout onto the ground and would eventually burn itself out; Veronica hadn't even noticed it was gone. She felt really good and rather preferred getting high by herself. Sometimes with others around, they can kill the vibe and waste her high. That would aggravate her to no end and only cause problems in her head. Her dogs were singing along as she played a sad little song, her voice barely audible as she made lyrics up as she went along. Looking down at the ground she noticed two feet step up. It caught her attention and she stopped playing the guitar and looked up to see. “Hey V.” said Pookie, standing there on crutches and a knee immobilizer from when she shot him in the knee. Slurring her speech just a tad she decided she'd speak to him again, it had been some time now. “What you doing here?” she asked, placing her guitar down next to her and lighting up another cigarette. “Got any weed?” he asked in reply and she tilted her head, giving him a look with duck lips and sucked teeth. “How much do you need?” she questioned and he shook his head. “No, I mean to smoke with me.” Edward said, leaning against the foundation of her apartment. “Hell no.” she said with a laugh and a puff from her smoke, then flicking it away. “I'll sell you some, but we aren't on that level anymore Pook.” she was sobering up already by his presence alone. “Come on, I said I was sorry. Look at my f***ing leg. I never said your name. Thought we were gonna drop this?” he asked a sincerity to his tone. Veronica didn't say anything for a moment and looked him over, thinking about if he deserved another chance. She did know him since they were kids, he was her best friend's cousin. He knows a lot of her secrets and could give her up at any time and he hasn't. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and stood up, stepping inside her front door and inviting him in. “Alright, c'mon.” she said softly and walked into the living room and to the couch to roll them one. “Close the door?” she asked and as he got himself through with his crutches he kicked it closed. Once inside her dogs were all over him. Sniffing and licking and happy to see him, it brought a smile to her buds. She was glad to have him back in her good graces. It's hard to find long term loyal friends and after all that they have been through, she knows he and her will be friends till the end. 0 Comments  Report Post

01/25/2021 01:35 PM  I see them. (chanel simona) I see them, in the dead of night; - in the light of day. It doesn't matter the time nor place, they come for me anyway. Always wanting something from me, I am used as a puppet with weak strings. I am not strong enough to fight them away, I am too frail to stand up to them. Why me, oh why I ask? What have I done to deserve such a frightening sight? The children, visit me with pale skin and black orbs. They cry and tug at my clothes, hands all over me, up to my neck. I can't breathe sometimes when too many are attacking me. I can't help them, there is nothing I can do. They are stuck in a dark place that I can not release them from. I am just a normal woman; at least I think I am. Perhaps I am not, maybe I am evil just as a dark figure whispered in my bedroom that night. The night I first sighted a spirit of the underworld; I knew it was real. Now they won't leave me be, I can't escape no matter where I go or what I believe. I see death, destruction... I see greed. I see horrible things that they force me to see. I feel for their misery, but what can I do for them? How am I important in their journey? I talk to myself while I paint what I have witnessed, priceless pieces that if people ever knew the meaning would be incredibly ecstatic to own them. That is what I can do for them, it's all I can do. To somehow help them cross over from this dark and cruel world. 0 Comments  Report Post

01/19/2021 02:59 PM  you suck Lilliana. you suck lilliana. tw. In my dreams, I am floating atop the ocean. It's still and quiet and the sun is just rising in the distance. The water is cold and fog dances upon its surface. Stars still shining bright, I don't move a muscle as I stare off into the unknown. I want to know what it is like up there, away from this dreadful place I call home. I want to be one with the moon, the sun, and the sky. I... “Lilliana... wake up.” whispered a little girl named Samantha. Dark hair and glasses, buck teeth that were sadly noticeable. She shook her shoulders. “Lilli?!” she said quietly, waking the dreaming girl up. “Wha... what's wrong?” Lilli asked, slowly creeping open her eyes to see Samantha right over her face. She blinked and sat up, rubbing her little eyes as she came to. Looking over at Samantha, she was ready in a white lace dress, black Mary Jane's with white socks and a suitcase in hand. “Let's run away...” the ten-year-old said. “Are you crazy?” replied Lilliana, giving her a raised brow and a shake of her head no. “Yes, I can't stay here anymore, I hate it here and since I can't go home I will find somewhere else to live.” she whispered and Lilliana shook her head faster. “No! Where will you go? I can't go.” she said, lowering her head, looking down at her fingers that were pulling a thread from her blanket. “You suck Lilliana, I knew you would wuss out.” the girl spoke louder and Lilli just stayed quiet, moving close to the wall to rest her back. Samantha rolled her eyes at Lilli and went to the bedroom window, trying to open it. “It's nailed shut.” Lilli informed, and a huff and puff came from Samantha's mouth. “You... you're not helping remember!” she said, getting frustrated. It wasn't the first time she had run away only to be found and brought back having to face the consequences. Just then, the door of the bedroom flew open; the hall lights blinding Lilliana and making her crumble into her bed, pulling the covers up over herself, up to her chin. The house mother stood in the doorway, realizing what Samantha was up to. The woman walked over to the little girl and slapped her across the face. The sound echoed in the room and Lilliana turned over, her back turned to the both of them. She didn't want to see what was to come. Samantha began to cry and held her tiny hand to her cheek. “I'm... sorry.” she whimpered, and without warning the woman grabbed her up by the arm and yanked her out of the room; slamming the door. Lilliana stayed still, crying in bed for a long while. Until she heard the screaming stop from Samantha. She was being punished for trying to run away and the abuse was the exact reason she would rather live in the woods than in the home. Lilliana crept down from her bed, opening the suitcase on the floor left behind. Inside, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a switchblade. Lilli shook her head and took both of them, eating the sandwich as she found a nice hiding place for the blade. She then climbed back up into bed and reached for her journal under her mattress, the little girl began a new letter to her mother and father. Help! It has been a horrible day and night here mama, and I miss you so much. Daddy too, I miss him. I feel I have done something wrong. I never stick up for anyone, I always shy away. My friend was being hurt and yet again I do nothing. I listen to everything, I can hear it through the walls. I lay in bed wondering what would have happened if I would have stepped in. Gave an excuse, did... anything. Now I may never see her again. I have had enough of this place. I want you to come take me back, I promise whatever I have done I won't do it again. The pain is just too much for me to bear, Damien... where does he lay? I can not see him any longer in my brain, I need to see his face. I guess it doesn't matter, you will never see this anyway. 0 Comments  Report Post

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