Claire Keane
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( rules • about • desired roles ) i’m bigger than my body i’m colder than this home i’m meanerthanmydemcns i’m bigger than these bones && all the kids cried out, “please stop, you’re scaring me.” i can’t help this awful energy
goddamn right, you should be scared of me.
Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.
(anons welcome)
doing risky shit because you lowkey wanna die
You don’t actually mean that much to me I just enjoy being dramatic
My sexual preference is often.
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GO ON – b a r e your TEETH at me.
I’ll PULL them o u t one by one.
I saw the devil wrapping up his hands, He’s getting ready for the showdown.
*puts my hand on your shoulder* listen. I DID mean to make you upset and i DO think your opinions are shit
There, nearly doubled over in the kitchen, Victoria lost complete control of herself. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she should go out there and face the music, that running away was a seriously pussy move and she did not run away from things, but she couldn’t. Muscles tensed, and her body trembled. She couldn’t breathe. Unable to remove her hands from where they had been resting against her thighs, Victoria struggled to get the smallest bit of air into her lungs, much to no avail. The sound of her heart was steadily thumping in her ears, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, this was fucking terrifying. I need to… Thoughts died quickly in the back of her mind, she knew that she needed to do something but was no longer able to focus. Her chest was too tight, her throat was too tight, she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes hurt, which was probably from the fact that she was crying, but at this point, Victoria hadn’t even registered such yet. Even the sounds of the commotion from the opposite room were nothing but a distant blur.
At this point, Victoria was sure that Bidelia was causing more mayhem in the opposite room, and whilst the thought did occur to her, she didn’t really give a fuck, nor did she have the capacity to do so in her current state. For the record, panic attacks fucking sucked. Somehow she manages to lift her hand, press it against her chest in an attempt to calm the rapid fire beating of her heart, but it was useless, everything was useless.
She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying until she felt the gentle pressure, the brush of a small hand against her shoulder, if only for a second. The shock of such caused her to nearly jump out of her skin and push away, glancing up to briefly make out the silhouette of Johnny standing before her. As much as she wanted to reassure him that she was okay, it’d be over soon but she couldn’t, her brain was completely working against her. Rather than touch her again, he seemed to have learned his lesson against that, he just kept speaking, barely audible sounds leaving his lips. Everything felt blurry, and she had no fucking idea how she’d managed to keep standing this long. Tears fell steadily down her cheeks, staining the skin beneath whilst completely ruining her makeup. Her opposite hand managed to reach up and brush away a few tendrils of hair away from her face, still breathing heavily in an attempt to catch her breath, but with Johnny there, at the very least she was able to focus on something other than her own impending doom. It took a short while, but her muscles seemed to slacken, grateful that she hadn’t fallen on her ass in the process. What felt like an eternity later, which was probably only a few minutes, Victoria was able to think, whispering softly.
“I’m….I’m okay.”
She could tell by Johnny’s nod that he heard her, at the least, but he didn’t budge from the spot, seemingly unwilling to move until she’d regained control over herself. Victoria shifted slightly to the side, grasping the counter until her knuckles grew white from sheer force.
“Johnny…can you get me a glass of water please?”
Without speaking, the teenager readily headed over towards the fridge and pulled out a bottle, uncapping it and handing it over towards his aunt. She grasped it shakily at first, nearly dropping it, but managed to bring it up towards her lips, taking small sips in an attempt to regain control of her faculties. The coolness of the liquid was a definite shock to her system, and did wonders to help, handing the bottle back to him as opposed to attempting to get it onto the counter. The sounds coming from the other room had died down considerably, but to be honest, Victoria had no desire to see what was going on. Now that she’d managed to calm down slightly, Vic could feel the rage bubbling up from within her chest, branching out through her veins. She could not remember a time when she had been more furious. It might have been naive, but she never expected for Bidelia to betray her in such a manner. All Victoria knew was that she was completely fucking done with her older sister.
Albeit less shaky, Victoria stood, still gripping the counter for a moment before leaning back against it. Aunt Vic, you sure you’re okay? Her tongue still felt a bit heavy, but she at least had the strength in her mind to nod, speaking softly a moment or two later.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Reaching over, she brushed a few tendrils of hair away from his eyes, patting his cheek before pulling him closer for a quick hug. Her arms wrapped around him tightly, and she could feel him relax slightly against her chest as he hugged her back.
“Thank you.”
Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, the sound of footsteps approaching brought her to be on her guard. Her head snapped up, and she was unable to control the sigh of relief once she realized that it was in fact, Killian, and not her father. Just the sight of him had her near tears once more, and he pulled her into an embrace, forcing Johnny away from the brunette as she silently cried against his chest. For a few moments, he stood there, shielding her from whatever was to come, whispering soft words of reassurance into her hair. By this point, Victoria was drained, emotionally and physically, and she knew that she just wanted to get out, get away. Running was not something Victoria did often, especially as far as her problems were concerned, but she was absolutely terrified of her parent’s reactions. She didn’t know it yet, but this would be the last time she saw her family for quite an extended period. Inhaling deeply, Victoria removed herself from her brother’s grasp, pushing him forward to head back towards the dining room. She even managed to reach over and nudge Johnny forth as well, the two acting as buffers as she hung in the doorway, garnering her strength before stepping foot back into view of both her parents.
"Can’t wait to get you alone, baby.” Even those words and the way she groped as they made their way towards his bike didn’t get a response from Travis. He suddenly seemed distant towards her, much like every single person inside that house, and she couldn’t quite understand what the fuck his problem was. “The fuck is wrong with you? It ain’t like you didn’t get a chance to eat, I thought you were gonna lick the goddamn plate.” She had to assume that his reasons for being seemingly pissy had to do with him -- possibly -- not being able to indulge in seconds. She was well-aware that homecooked meals was truly the only thing her mother was good for, so she almost didn’t blame him for being pissy about it. “It ain’t that,” He handed over the helmet for her to put on, a look of confusion gracing her features as she took it from him. “Well, then what the hell?” “She’s a good kid, Del. Just don’t think you should’a done her like that,” That was the very last thing she expected to hear come out of Travis’ mouth, given he was normally the one encouraging her to start a fight. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Don’t sit here ‘n start preachin’ to me ‘bout morals, Travis. You would’a done the same exact shit.” She spoke truthfully and he nodded in agreement but she could see that he still didn’t think what she did to Victoria was acceptable behavior. Maybe it wasn’t, maybe she would realize that at some point, but right now was not the time. “Ain’t preachin’, just sayin’ she didn’t deserve that.” She slammed the helmet against his chest in frustration, expecting him to take it back. “Yeah? Well why don’t you just go waltz in there ‘n fuck it outta her, huh? My Ma will be forever grateful, I’m sure.” Bidelia started walking away from him and in the direction to her house, fully intending on walking home rather than having him take her. The last thing she felt like dealing with was anyone trying to make her feel guilty for something that was a long time coming anyway. Besides, Victoria would be better off with the truth out in the open, anyway. At least she wouldn’t be living a fucking lie. “Where the fuck you goin’?” Bidelia didn’t bother with an explanation, nor did she turn around to look at him. Instead, she flipped him off from behind and continued walking home. It was hours later that she started to think about what she’d done and how poorly she handled her sister’s ‘coming out’. A small twinge of guilt was beginning to settle and she reached for the phone to call Victoria and apologize. It only rang once before she hung it up and never bothered to try again.
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“— something you want?”
“Gimme a lil’ time, darlin’. ‘m sure I’ll think’a somethin’.”
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