I Make Reality

Lydia Wade. 20 years old. Reality warping. Rules? What rules? I am the rules.

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It had been days since Lydia had shown up for work, or Bethany had attended school. Things had been rough for the Wade sisters as of late and Lydia had been keeping them home a lot more than usual. The older had been receiving unsettling letters in the mail, but hadn’t been telling many people about them. Only her girlfriend and a few select coworkers at the diner knew much about what was going on.

It was late one night when a neighbor reported loud sounds coming from the girl’s apartment, did anyone get involved. It was assumed to be a routine noise complaint, but when the police arrived they found a completely different scene. Quickly the yellow police tape was strung up and red and blue lights flashed bright in front of the building.

Bethany was found in her bed, seemingly, a pillow over her head with a single shot through the downy cushion, her Build-A-Bear dog was still cradled in her arms.

Lydia was another story. It was clear the older Wade sister had put up a fight. Things were knocked over and strewn about in a clear sign of struggle. Blood trailed in lines from Bethany’s room to Lydia’s. The golden haired beauty herself was found in a heap beside her bed, surrounded by the remains of a broken lamp and a knocked over jewelry box. Harsh bruises covered her body and her leg was bent at an unnatural angle that could only mean a break. Two bullets in her back were assumed to be the ultimate cause of death, but that would be later determined by the medical examiner. 

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Carefully weaving his way through the crowd of people that filled the streets of Ashworth for the night life, Haejin let his eyes roam the town as he took everything in. In a way, it reminded him of his home. A small town, mountains, it was nice, it made him feel at peace. Tapping on the shoulder of a person who passed by, he put forth his best smile.

“You wouldn’t happen to know where the closest music store is, would you?”

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“I do actually. It’s this way.” Lydia smiled at the man and started up the street. “You new to town? I’m Lydia.”

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“I already have those rights.” Lydia smiled. “Just wait until I’m ruling the world. That’ll be something to brag about.”

[ellie-the-invisible-blog]

“Hell yeah, my girl’s gonna be the ultimate supreme. I’ll never shut up about it.”

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Lydia laughed. “You never shut up now. It’s why you’re on the radio”

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ellie-the-invisible:

“Aw shucks, you’ve got me blushing,” she laughed. “Me being a superstar radio host gives you insane bragging rights, you know.”

“I already have those rights.” Lydia smiled. “Just wait until I’m ruling the world. That’ll be something to brag about.”

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ellie-the-invisible:

“You can always hear me laugh, but I think I sound better through a high tech microphone.”

“It makes me feel like I’m with a superstar when I hear you on the radio.”

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ellie-the-invisible:

“My radio show is ninety-nine percent dad jokes and one percent actual news. You know you love it though.”

“That’s the main reason I love it. I get to hear you laugh and a ton of crap that I don’t care about isn’t there.”

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“When they said you gotta eat the booty like groceries, the cannibals in this town took it for real…”

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"I don't think I wanna know what you're talking about."

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“I never said I was nice.”

[narcissist-pup]

He rolled his eyes. “Fine fine, I’m leaving. If you think of something productive to do, let me know.”

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"Don't count on it."

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“Maybe I don’t want the conversation to continue.”

[narcissist-pup]

“Well that’s just rude.”

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"I never said I was nice."

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“I don’t care.”

[narcissist-pup]

“I think we’ve hit a bit of a boring stalemate. This isn’t how you move a conversation forward.”

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"Maybe I don't want the conversation to continue."

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“I don’t care about this conversation.”

[narcissist-pup]

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

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"I don't care."

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“I don’t care.”

[narcissist-pup]

“Do you care about anything?”

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"I don't care about this conversation."

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“I don’t.”

[narcissist-pup]

“Then you’re either lying or have a boring ass life.”

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"I don't care."

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“Dumb ass hobby.”

[narcissist-pup]

“Everyone’s got some stupid hobby.”

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"I don't."

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“You enjoy pestering me?”

[narcissist-pup]

“I enjoy pestering a lot of people. Think of it as a hobby.”

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"Dumb ass hobby."

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“Why are you following me, freak?”

[narcissist-pup]

“Because I can and I enjoy it.”

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"You enjoy pestering me?"

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Lydia rolled her eyes and started walking off.

[narcissist-pup]

He grinned, following along. “Lighten up.”

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"Why are you following me, freak?"