lonely little doll girl

elisabeth fehr, psychology major. handle with care. studying abroad.

[rubyrobshaw]

[henrixolivier]

I want people to tell their children terrifying stories about the things we did for love.

                  ❝ elιѕaвeтн ғeнr. aт ғιrѕт, ѕнe waѕ noтнιng.                                                  and тнen ѕυddenly, ѕнe waѕ  e v e r y т н ι n g . ❞

[facethekiller-blog]

     He was still a murderer, but she was still here.              And instead of screaming for help, all she did was nod at his response.

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[facethekiller-blog]

              “Pull the trigger and it’s all over. We both die.                          The night ends. Everything that happened here was for nothing.”

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[youralmostprofessionaldoctor]

Do It For Love

[rosamundxaugustine-deactivated2]

Rosie was still staring at Tristan, trying to reach out to him again although she knew it wouldn’t do any good. He was gone. But Liliana and Elisabeth were still here, Rosie wasn’t alone yet. She looked up as she saw Elisabeth move towards the button that was supposedly their saving grace, and watched hesitantly as Elisabeth inspected it. Then, the carousel stopped. And Rosie was facing the gun. She didn’t speak–she couldn’t. All her words were gone. She watched as the gun cocked itself, ready to fire–but then she heard a ear-piercing scream and the gun began to aim over her head. She looked to Elisabeth to see her hand stuck in the box, her face covered in pain as the machine drew blood. 

But it worked. The gun fire, missing Rosie. She let out a cry as the trap began moving again, and Elisabeth fell to the floor. Rosie didn’t want to see Elisabeth hurting like this, playing along with whatever sick game they’d been thrown into. “Elisabeth I’m so sorry. I’m So sorry.” She repeated, as Elisabeth sat there in pain. “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to get out of here.” She tried to assure her, as the carousel stopped once more and Rosie heard Liliana take a deep breath. “Lil. Lil I’m so sorry.” Was all she could manage before the gun went off. Rosie was unsure what would happen now. Part of her felt that it would never stop, she’d be trapped in this Hell forever.

But then the machine beeped loudly. The metal door swung open. Was it finally over? “…Elisabeth?” Rose asked, breathlessly. “….Are you okay?”

[elisabethxfehr]

Her hand was pulsing with pain, and the last gunshot barely registered with her. She wanted to pass out again, let the fog overtake her and just be done with this nightmare. Hopefully when she woke up things would be over. But the noises all stopped, the machined clicked off. The room was silent for the first time and it offered a reprieve from what had just happened. It allowed for time, for space between breaths. No one else was dying. Not because of her. The gate of the carousel swung open and she rolled to her side to see that Rosie was sitting up, looking at her, alive. She focused on Rosie’s face as she got to her feet, trying to ignore the pain. Although it wasn’t working so well, she clung to the gate to help walk over to the new exit. Taped to the gate was a small set of keys that she grabbed, and made her way into the cage.

She tried not to focus on the other bodies, she just needed to get to Rosie. “I think- I hope this unlocks you” The keys dangled in her hand as she searched for their lock. It was right near Rosie’s shoulder and it took her shaking hands a few tries before she was able to unlock the chains and pull them off of the other girl. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t want you all to die, I didn’t think-” She dissolved into a fit of tears as they walked out of the cage and out of the room, back to the catacombs. Back to where things were ancient and dusty and there wasn’t the sick smell of copper in the room. It cleared her head and allowed for a single clear thought, “I have to bandage my hand, I have to. Tris- Trist…Tristan’s bag, it should be somewhere close by.” Her voice shook as she struggled to acknowledge someone in the other room. “I’ve got to find the first aid kit.” She glanced down the hall, trying to orient herself in the tunnels, even if it was mostly for show. “The first aid kit. I can do that.” She looked at Rosie, relieved that there was another person, someone that she had saved. But instead she found herself just repeating, “I’ve got to bandage this hand.” 

[youralmostprofessionaldoctor]

Do It For Love

[rosamundxaugustine-deactivated2]

Rosie was grateful for the fingers that brushed her own, and she reached out further to hold her hand to Tristan’s. They were going to die, this was actually happening. Rosie could accept her own death, but the real tragedy was watching everyone else go before her. If ti was going to happen, sooner rather than later would be preferred. Rosie had always liked being scared. There was a  thrill in it, in the adrenaline. In knowing it was all just a joke. The worst part was always the anticipation. But this was no joke–there was no ‘ha ha got you’ at the end of this. She shook her head at Tristan’s instance, her eyes wide with both confusion and affection for this person and his stupid self-sacrificing ways. 

Stop. Bang. Continue.

Another shot rang out and Rosie began trembling, her fingers shaking in Tristan’s own. “No,” She replied, tears streaking her face. “I can’t keep going. I don’t want to be alone, Tristan. I can’t go without you.” She pleaded, her eyes shifting between him and Elisabeth. Elisabeth. She needed to do something, anything. Either dare to try and save them, or get the hell out of there. There was no point in her just standing there, watching this disgusting massacre play out. The carousel stopped once more, and Rosie began hyperventilating as she realized it was on Tristan. “no. nononono.” She whispered as their hands tightening together. Tristan continued to speak to Elisabeth, his words only making Rosie more upset. No one deserved this–especially Tristan. They were too kind. They’d made Rosie feel a little less alone. They’d– BANG.

Her mouth opened, and a quiet sob came out that wracked her body as the carousel began to move again, Tristan’s hand falling form her own. Rosie strained against her chains, fidgeting and fighting as panic rose in her chest again. “Elisabeth!” 

[elisabethxfehr]

She’d barely heard Tristan’s last words over the mechanics all whirring, but there was no mistaking the gun shot that went off and ended their life. Her remaining two classmates scream as the carousel started to spin again, she had to act. She had to do something. Tears clouded her vision so she couldn’t make out the face turning towards her as the carousel started to slow down, but she was going to save them no matter what.  She leaned against the box, and waited for the moment to press the buttons. They flashed red and she slammed her hands down on the buttons, praying it would stop the shot from killing anyone. That there was something she could do.

Of course she’d forgotten about the cost, the sacrifice that she had to give. A metal spike came down and drove itself through her hand, crushing the bone. It was the first clear sharp sensation she’d had since waking in this room, the feeling of her hand being impaled was so present in her mind it shut out everything else. If she was screaming, she couldn’t hear herself. The gun shot went off, but she could still hear people speaking. Someone was saved. Someone was going to live. The spike lifted and she dropped to the ground immediately, clutching the wound. “What did we do to-” Her crying distorted the sentence, “to deserve this.” More blood soaked into her dress as she curled on the floor, “What did we do?”

[youralmostprofessionaldoctor]

Do It For Love

[rosamundxaugustine-deactivated2]

The gunshot caused Rosie to tremble with fear, her breathe held as she tried to figure out who had just been shot. She knew Tristan was still okay, he was right next to her. A moment later she heard Liliana’s voice call out a name she didn’t recognize, and part of her was thankful it was no one she knew. Rosie kept her eyes locked on the barrel of the gun each time she came round to face it, knowing that any moment now it could end her life. Finally, Tristan’s words to Elisabeth got Rosie to lift her head. Tristan was self-sacrificing as usual. Whatever happened, Rosamund wasn’t going to let them go alone. Only two were getting out of here anyway–Rosie would rather it be Liliana and someone else. “Do–Do what Tristan said.” Rosie called to Elisabeth, nodding. “Save them if you cant. But be careful Elisabeth–God please be careful.” Tears were falling down her face.

“It could be another trap–” Rosie began, her words interrupted by another gunshot from further down on her left. She screamed. She couldn’t help it, it had been bubbling up inside of her since this nightmare began. Behind her she heard someone’s body fall against their chains. Astrid Faye. A girl. A stranger. Looking to Tristan, she strained her neck to face them. “I’m not leaving you down here.” She said in a stern tone. “Save Liliana.” Rosie pleaded Elisabeth. 

[elisabethxfehr]

Every gunshot stuttered her thinking. People were dying, they were just getting blown away because she wasn’t acting. “Two, two of you.” The math didn’t make sense, there were four people still alive. She couldn’t choose between her classmates and…was that Professor Olivier’s niece? They’d barely met but she didn’t deserve to die! No one did! Whoever was making her do this was sick, they were disturbed. She looked at the button next to her, “I don’t know what to do! I can’t choose two of you! That’s murder.” She turned back to the cage, ignoring the possibility of a decision, there were four people still, and one of them would tell her what to do.

She closed her eyes and tried to take deep breath, nausea was clawing at her stomach. She didn’t know if it was from the drugs or what was happening in front of her, but she couldn’t feel anything besides terror running through her. Another gun shot went off, shattering any concentration she could have had. Her eyes flew open, watching as Esme Chastain went limp. She let out an ear piercing scream before shouting, “I killed her! This is my fault. I’m so sorry, I’m-” Her legs fell out from under her momentarily, and she leaned on the cage to keep standing. “Who is doing this? Why, why me?” She tried to stand upright, but it was a weak attempt, “Please stop! Just make it stop! I can’t kill people, I can’t do this!”

[sylviadelacroix]

“I am used to girls screaming, and your screams—your screams will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.”                           — Holly Black

{ l i s t e n }

[youralmostprofessionaldoctor]

Do It For Love

[estellexlarsson-blog]

She was tired, that was all Liliana Fitz felt as her eyes fluttered open. But in the instant that her eyes flew open, she wished that she had stayed asleep. She was in chains, in chains and strapped to…a carousel? “What the fuck?” Liliana asked, quickly becoming more panicked as she struggled and realised that she wasn’t the only one on the carousel. Looking around, Liliana saw it - the gun that was pointed directly at the carousel and she remembered Cooper and the video. “Oh god,” Liliana said, her voice not disguising any of the horror that she felt. What sort of twisted mind had this all come from?

The carousel slowly creaked into being, beginning to turn slowly and bring them closer and closer to the gun. Creak, creak, creak. Liliana was too shell shocked to do anything but freeze and struggle in her chains, as though that would actually do something. Then she heard it, the click and bang of a gun going off. Looking to her left she saw somebody slump over. Dead.

“Riley!” Liliana said panicked, recognizing them. “Oh my god,” she said again, beginning to struggled even harder with her chains.

[elisabethxfehr]

The gun shot jolted Elisabeth awake. The screaming should have, having a note pressed into her hand should have; she should not have been awakened to the sound of someone dying. And yet, that’s what snapped her eyes open. She tried to sit up but failed the first time, her hand slipping out from under her. Everything was in a fog, it’s as if she was floating in water. She sat up again, this time more successful as she started to make out her surroundings, and her friends strapped to the horrific carousel twirling around.

A bloody body whirled by her and she let out an ear piercing scream. The image shot her to feet, as unsteady as that was, and she glanced down to try and catch her balance. She was only met with writing on the floor “Is that blood? Oh my god. What is this! What is – what is-” The words took a moment to come into focus, “Do it for love?” She couldn’t feel her feet but she tried to make it closer to the cage.

“I’ve…I’ve got a note, I don’t know, I can-” She tried to find a face to speak to, but they were slowly starting to spin again. “It says, only two of you can survive, there’s a button” She gestured in the direction of a contraption near the cage.  “The others will be, they’ll be-” The already dead victim passed by and finished her thought for her. “What do I do, Rosie!” She finally saw a familiar face, “Tristan. Lil- Liliana.” She grabbed the bars of the cage, crumpling the note, “Someone tell me what to do!”

[elisabethxfehr]

sad anime girl crying in the rain alone quotes

[elisabethxfehr]

never gonna give you up bpm

[elisabethxfehr]

level 2 breasts

[elisabethxfehr]

How many rolls of toilet paper does it take to make a fort for a small bird

[elisabethxfehr]

personality test that will only tell me the good things

[dailyoliviacooke]

[arinbhuva-blog]

light-years || dalton & elisabeth

[arinbhuva-blog]

Dalton rarely started conversations, but it was also rare that people started conversations with him. That was why confusion played in his mind as Elisabeth continued to talk. His eyebrows knitted together, mostly because he couldn’t figure out why she was trying so hard to fill the silence. Everything she was saying felt so surface-level, and Dalton had always hated small talk and ice-breaker conversations. “Yeah,” he said finally, not sure what statement in particular he was replying to. He looked straight ahead, out of the windshield and at the long, empty road ahead of them. Surely silence would only make the long road seem tortuously longer. Entertaining the idea of a friendly conversation for once in his life, he said, “Chile has the best observatories. Highest elevation. There’s one in the Atacama desert that I’ve heard can’t be beat. But, uh…This’ll be good. You’re…right. Different is good.” The last statement was a bit of a lie. Dalton liked his routine. Routine kept him safe, kept him from fucking up his life again. Different never really worked out for him.

[elisabethxfehr]

“Chile, gosh. I never even thought of that.” Something about spending all the time  I bet the desert would have a great view, not as in Arizona.” His attention was sudden, she thought it’d take some more awkward probing before she got a curt shutdown. That apparently wasn’t going to happen, at least not just yet; leaving her not knowing what to say. “Not that Arizona isn’t real desert, or New Mexico, it’s just uh, still America.” She furrowed her brow slightly at the sentence, hoping it made sense. Talking at someone she could do, talking with someone was something that took more practice. “But this is the best we’re going to get without a passport, or a plane ticket. And I don’t think that you’ll find one less crowded than this.” She looked at the others in the car and sighed. “I don’t know if anyone else is here for the actual trip. Which is a bonus for us.”

[antigonick]

I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know I am, much less who anyone else is.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of— (via henrydear)