— Evanora Prospero?
[ Trigger Warnings — Death, Blood, Wounds, Gore? ]
[ Ooc — Just as a heads up, in this Scout uses a Oujia Board and things turn bad. I just wanted to address that before anyone reads ]
— January 31st, 2019
Most people spend their entire life trying to find themselves. Scout, on the other hand, spent her life believing she knew exactly who she was. She believed she had known who she was, despite everything she knew herself. Its seems as though she died living her lie.
Skipping down the street, Scout held about three bouquets of random flowers in her hands. She had just gotten out of the hospital for what had been the second visit that month. The reason being the same. She had been walking to her small not-so-abandoned house when she decided she’d take flowers to the graveyard first. She hadn't done that in a while due to her hospital stays and wanted to make sure everyone had flowers. Walking through the graveyard Scout placed flowers on multiple graves, reading what had been engraved into the stones. Walking to one she smiled down at it, pulling out a few white roses she placed them by the grave before reading what it said.
❝ — “I know that I have died before —
once in November, once in june. ”
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November Indica Lox
June 9th, 2000 — December 31st, 2018
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“What keeps my heart awake is colorful
silence.” — ❞
“I wish you eternal peace, November.” She softly mumbled before walking away. She continued on with that, reading the graves, placing flowers, saying something small before going to the next grave. Stopping infront of one grave her eyes read the words engraved on the stone.
❝“I’d rather die than live without mercy and
love.”
· Merci Alani Croww
January 31st, 1999 — January 8th, 2019 ·
“In the heartfelt mercy”❞
A frown took over Scouts face as she read the words. Looking at the flowers she had left she grabbed three random ones. Placing the three blue roses onto her grave Scout kneeled down, pressing her lips against the grave before whispering softly. “Happy birthday, Merci.”
—— Not long after her visit to the graveyard Scout sat in the middle of the small living room of the abandoned house she normally went to to get away from others. When Scout found the small old house it looked as if no one had gone into it for years. After a few months scout was able to clean it up and put a small torn up couch she had found on a curb in it. She had changed all of the locks and had drawn on most of the walls with a sharpie she had stole while stealing the locks. As well as that she had slowly began moving some things into the house, such as the few dolls she had left, a case of water and an oversized jacket she had had for years. In front of her was a ouija board, sitting criss-cross she stared down at it with her head tilted sideways. She had just gotten home after leaving the graveyard and wasn't sure who had left it there but she had the urge to use it. She never used one before, having always used different ways to talk to the dead, but she felt like maybe it was left there for her, after all she was the only one who went into the house. She felt like maybe someone wanted her to use it and talk to a spirit that was attached to the place she had made her home.
Deciding she was going to do it she place two fingers from each hand onto the small the planchette. Moving her hands in an eight shape she spoke. After starting she began asking questions. Before she knew it she had spent almost an hour using the torn up board, and just as she spoke her last questions things took a turn. “Do you know who Evanora Prospero is?” She asked, her squeaky voice held such curiosity it was practically seeping from her lips. It was silly to ask that question, she knew that. But she was very curious as to who that was and she knew better than to ask her grandparents again. She didn't wanna hurt again. She didn't have many friends, none that she trusted enough to ask. Besides Addie, she trusted Addie, but even then she was scared and she didn't want to drag Addie into that. If she told a person who was alive the was a chance it would get back to her grandparents.
Suddenly her eyes began to burn, blinking fastly she tried to will the pain away. Lifting a hand up she went to wipe at her eyes but just as she let her hand leave the planchette she was thrown back. Her body barrelled into the wall and had it been any other wall in the house she would have walked away with a sore back. Though one the wall she was thrown into was had a long metal stick stuck through it. It had been in there since Scout had found the home. And no matter how many times she had tried it would come out, after time she had given up and just left it there. She had no idea why is was there or how it had even gotten there but she had no one to ask and no answer to receive. She had been beginning to wish she had tried to get it out more as she felt it smash into her back, breaking the skin as it penetrated her. The wind was knocked out of her as her body smacked against the wall. She choked on blood as she hung from the stick on the wall as if she were some sort of decoration.
Her body squirmed as she was thrown into a coughing fit, blood leaking from both her mouth and the wound in her stomach. Her eyes, though unaware, flashed from the normal hazel color to the inky black color with white rings. Time seemed to slow as she hung there, breathing suddenly becoming extremely difficult and black holes started appearing in front of her. A loud sound could be heard somewhere in the house but before she could question it her eyes gave out.
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♡ Scout Adler— 10/31/2000-01/31/2019 ♡
—— “You died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent”
