╳ FIGHT ME OFF;;

i can't seem to FACE UP to the f a c t s. i'm tense and ( nervous ) and i can't relax. i can't sleep 'cause my bed's on FIRE. don't touch me, i'm a real live wire. carson lockwood. 17. demented. dead.

[dementedghxstface]

daughterdeath:

“So what’s the hype all about?” The dark haired spirit scrunched up her nose, her attention remaining down on the bottle. “It’s like, all that’s in the fridge lately.” She rolled her eyes at that unpleasant discovery. Not that she was a big eater, but when there was no one to taunt and play with, a snack did the trick once in a while.

“Because it’s cheap and so are college students. Every now and then you’ll find a bottle of whiskey, but other than that, your only hope is the neighboring houses... But I’m assuming you can’t get to those, either.” He noted, staring down at the bottle in her hands. he remembered when he once loved the taste of the despicable beverage, now it just leaves him gagging. 

[daughterdeath]

“I don’t see what’s so good about this stuff.” Salem cringed as she set the bottle of beer down.

[dementedghxstface]

“Because there’s nothing good about it.” The ghost had barely spoken to anyone other than Olivia in the past few months, something about being around that one specific lifeling had him a bit hopeful for the others--- but this one was... different? Her vibes were lively and deathly all alike. He didn’t know if he could trust her, yet words kept slipping from him, that little voice at the back of his mind cursing at him for being so careless. “Beer is completely impractical, does nothing for a buzz or ease. Tastes disgusting as well.”

[dementedghxstface]

🎂 (Olivia)

YOUR MUSE CELEBRATING MINE’S BIRTHDAY WITH MINE

Only recently hearing of Olivia’s birthday, Carson felt a bit bad. The girl had quickly become a close friends of his, and it felt wrong for him not to do something with her. So, being the creative little shit he is, he decided to try and make her a cake. Which, for everyone’s information, is a lo harder than it looks. At least,f or his it was. He had already covered the kitchen in flour by the time he walked in. “Uh--- Surprise?”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia glanced back to Carson before shrugging her shoulders. “Not just me,” she said, walking again. “I joined a group when I got to California… four of us. I would, uh, let you stay at the camp for the night, but the rest of them might not think it’s a smart idea.”

[dementedghxstface]

He followed behind, eyes wandering over the entrance. “I wouldn’t think it was a good idea either, truthfully.” His voice was quiet, but he knew she heard him. “I just need directions, then I’ll be on my way.”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia smiled at his name, nodding her head once. “Carson. It’s a nice name,” she replied, her gaze drifting to the distance. About twenty feet away, she spotted the wooden spikes that surrounded the camp. She stopped in her tracks, glancing around until she turned right. “It’s about a mile, maybe a little longer until we reach the entrance.”

[dementedghxstface]

Carson let his eyes come into focus, finally seeing the places around him rather than the blurred daze his thoughts were pushing into view. He saw the spikes and nodded, keeping right and following behind, a bit closer now. “It’s a detailed place... it’s not just you, is it?”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia led the way in silence, glancing back a couple of times to make sure the boy was following. Despite trying her hardest on not asking questions, there was one she wanted to know. “… Could you tell me your name?” She asked after a while, the two getting closer to her campsite. “If not, it’s fine.”

[dementedghxstface]

Silence ensued and the boy couldn’t have been more thankful. His mind was racing with thoughts that traveled a thousand miles, not to mention the numbing of his arm had ceased, the pain coming into play. Everything was jumbling inside him, though he kept emotionless on the outside. It was quite easy for him, though he wasn’t sure anyone else knew how easy it was. His thoughts were broken by her voice. His name? It couldn’t hurt, could it? Everyone had a name and many of those people had the same name... “Carson--- my name is Carson.”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia nodded at his words, starting to walk back in the direction of her camp. “Just follow me. I, uh, can only find my way out when I’m by my camp. But once we’re there, I promise I can get you out of here,” the witch replied with a soft smile, motioning for him to follow. Part of her wanted to ask who was following him, but another part told her not to - she didn’t like strangers asking her personal questions, and figured she’d do the same for the boy.

[dementedghxstface]

He was hesitant for a moment, thinking about saying nevermind and carrying on with his journey, but he knew he couldn’t risk it. So, with a curt nod, he choked out a small, ‘thank you’, and began following behind her. He kept his distance, always one for personal space, but kept close enough that if any dead ones were to pop up, he could jump right back into the safety of partnership. He appreciated the lack of interrogation, giving her a bit of props for it.

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia slung her bag on her shoulder, starting to walk back towards her camp. But, at the sound of the boy’s voice, she turned around. “Yeah, kind of,” the witch called back to him, making her way over to him. “We’re about a mile away from my camp site… do you need help getting out of the woods?” She asked.

[dementedghxstface]

Carson bit the inside of his lip, scared for his own life. He had serious trust issues, and this one little moment was going against all of his current priorities. “Yeah, kind of... I need to get back on the main road---- people are... people are searching the woods for me.”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia nodded, placing all the supplies back in her backpack before standing up. “Alright,” she said, chewing on her lip. “And, thank you, again. For helping me back there. Not a lot of people would do that now,” the witch added, her smile widening for a moment before her expression went neutral.

[dementedghxstface]

“Uh--- Sure, no problem. Everyone’s gotta survive this shit, right?” He gave her a small shrug before slowing backing away, turning and beginning walking before he realized something--- he had no fucking idea where he was. He was gonna keep going, to just wing it, but his arm was sore and he knew he wouldn’t make it. Turning around with a sigh, he called out. “Hey, Olivia! Do you, uh... do you know where we are?”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia continued to hum until she finished, grabbing a pair of tiny scissors and cutting off the excess thread. “Cut or pull those out in a week or two if you can,” she said, placing the supplies back into her little case and shutting it. “And try not to fall put of more trees, okay?” The witch said in a teasing tone, a light smile on her lips.

[dementedghxstface]

The second the humming stopped, Carson snapped his eyes open, the trance he was in quickly vanishing. His eyes darted to his arm immediately, making sure the girl hadn’t laced his wound with anything. After concluding that it was as she had said, he nodded. “Yeah, thanks, I’ll be on my way now.”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

“If I was infected, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now,” she stated with a faint sigh at the end. “Just got cut by something else, wasn’t a big deal.” Liv would have worked quietly, but at the boy’s insistence, she nodded. “Just focus on me, okay?” Liv voiced, making sure her tone was calm and soothing as she worked. She began to hum a melody, Just Like Heaven by The Cure, loud enough for the boy to hear.

[dementedghxstface]

“Hey, I don’t know how long it takes for this thing to set in. I’ve only been out here for a little over two months...” He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to focus on something else. Her melody strummed through his mind, and before he could think about it, he was humming along as well. The pain of the needle faded to a numbness, and for once, he was at peace.

[owleyedolivia-archive]

“I used the last of the real supplies a week ago on myself,” Liv said before pausing for a moment, lifting her shirt up a little to reveal a stitched up wound on her hip. “So sorry about not having the proper equipment.” She pulled her shirt down and ignored the comment about the cult, figuring that the boy was being sarcastic. “Another warning,” she said before clearing her throat, “this will hurt. A lot. But, like all pain, it’ll pass.” With that, she began to sew up the wound, slow and careful with steady hands.“

[dementedghxstface]

“...You’re not infected, are you?” For a small moment, he was distracted from the pain. Though, as soon as she dug the needle into his skin, it was bag. He gritted his teeth to keep quiet, figuring the dead could be lurking close by. “S-Shit--- talk, or something, shit, take my mind off it.”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia grimaced as the boy yelled, muttering a soft, “sorry” in response. “You may think it’s just a cut, but it looks deep,” the witch said, setting the bottle down grabbing the first aid kit. “And, a deep cut won’t heal on its own. So, you need stitches.” She started threading the needle, before dunking the needle in the bottle to clean it. “I’m Liv, by the way.”

[dementedghxstface]

“Fucking hell...” The boy grimaced, biting down on his lip. this was one of the few times he wished his disease would act up, to take his pain away:  numb him. He just wasn’t that lucky. “You’re gonna give me stitches with a needle and thread? God, this is worse than the cult...” He ignored the statement, purposefully not giving his name.

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia pressed her lips together in a thin line, nodding at his comment. “I believe you,” she replied, slinging her backpack off of her shoulder. She crouched down, unzipping her bag and pulling out some supplies - her first aid kit and a plastic water bottle filled with vodka. She took his arm, eyeing the wound. “You’re definitely going to need stitches,” the witch stated, uncapping the bottle. “This is to disinfect and clean it before I start. Warning, this will sting a little,” she added, pouring a little onto the wound.

[dementedghxstface]

Carson was wary of her, but for the most part let her do what she wanted. His eyes stayed glued to her hands, making sure she didn’t pull anything. “Stitches? It’s just a fucking cut...” He sighed. “What are you, some kind of nurs--- HOLY MOTHER----” The boy slung a hand over his own mouth, squeezing his eyes shut. “A little?”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia suppressed a small grin of victory as the boy said she could look at the wound, taking a few steps closer. She eyed it for a moment before looking up to him. “I’m gonna need you to sit down so I can look at it better,” she said. The witch glanced around until her gaze found the closest tree. “Let’s go over here,” she murmured, walking over to it.

[dementedghxstface]

Carson kept a glare on his face, just so she knew he didn’t like any bit of this. “I swear, if you do anything to me, I will kill you.” He made his point clear, plopping down on the fallen log.

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Normally, Olivia would have been on her way back to camp, pretending that nothing exciting had happened when she left. But, this was different. She had to return the favor. “Doesn’t look like a scratch to me. You probably need stitches,” she countered, keeping up her pace. “I’ll stop following you if you let me look at it.”

[dementedghxstface]

Carson squeezed his eyes shut, slowing down to a stop. he wasn’t good with people, and this particular girl wasn’t doing any favors for his condition. He sighed, giving in. “Fine--- I fell out of a tree, it’s fine. Take a look if you fucking insist.”

[owleyedolivia-archive]

Olivia pressed her lips together in a thin line as the boy began to walk away, partly wanting to do the same and go back to camp. But, she couldn’t- he saved her life when he didn’t have to. And he was hurt. “I can help with your arm,” she called, jogging to catch up to him. She stayed a few feet behind him, just in case. “I know it’s hurt, I can tell.” While she knew her group wouldn’t appreciate her wasting any supplies on someone they didn’t know, she felt obligated. He saved her, the least she could do was stop his arm from getting infected.

[dementedghxstface]

He just wanted to get as far away as he could. He’d spent the first five and a half months of the breakout hiding away in his prep school, he was ready to run. It’d been almost two months and he’d already seen a few of the cult members looking for him. He definitely didn’t need this girl slowing him down. “It’s fine, just a scratch.” Complete lie. Blood was running down his arm, it wasn’t hard to notice. But Carson was so fucking stubborn.