I'VE GOT NIGHTMARE EYES!!!!

human!mae from a night in the woods.

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goxinsane

“—College isn’t for everyone.” Lillian attempts to say comfortingly, but it’s the truth. Old high school graduates who moved onto College didn’t last more then a semester, and so she knew from being seen all over town. But it didn’t mean they weren’t smart. “But indeed, welcome back.” Yet, she was the same woman she was before the girl went off to school, same home, same family. 

    “Soooooo, Lil. What’s the ‘haps? What’d I miss? Anything new and exciting goin’ on for ya?” Mae leans against the white fence post. If she hadn’t smoked a bowl with Gregg that morning, she probably wouldn’t stop to chat. Alas, the cannabis treat did make her feel especially sociable... Even when she didn’t want to mention college in the first place. 

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Underage Drinking: A National Concern

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@cacophaton *. ~ . ✷   starter call!

     “Yyyyyeah, only gonna be in the area for the weekend before I have to haul ass back to Possum Springs.” She’s been averting eye contact with everyone all night. Despite visiting old friends and foes after four years, Mae was still looked to as the girl who bashed in Andy Cullen’s head with a baseball bat during senior year. Everyone thinks you’re still batshit crazy. Mae forces a curt smile before raising the beer bottle to her lips for a prolonged sip. “But, y’know, like, thanks for inviting me. This sure beats me scrolling through memes on Facebook for 2 hours.”

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      The snapping of a nearby twig awoke Mae from her disconnected haze from reality. Everything was going so well for Mae. Well, mostly.  She had been socializing with old friends, rekindling friendships, and had been taking her meds! So why now were her disconnects happening so sporadically? She took in her surroundings: a dark, night shrouded forest that wasn’t too far from home. At least she hadn’t strayed too far today. She turns around to meet the source of the noise with a half-lidded gaze. “Someone’s gonna think you’re a Chester Molester if you walk around the woods at this time of night.”

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     “Ayyyyy, it’s good t’see you again!!” Mae throws her hands excitedly into the air, a smile dawning on her features. She finishes slam dunking her trash bag into the tin can on the curb. “Guess I’m gonna be in town for awhile.” She wouldn’t tell why unless he asked. It’s been a few years since Mae had come back to town. College was a doozy. “So, like, what’s everyone up to nowadays? Is the Snack Falcon still up and running?”

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“Are you going to leave me again?”

“Be quiet!” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Don’t pretend that you cared about me.”

“Don’t you love me anymore?” 

“Foolish.”

“Forgive me, please.”

“Get out of my face.“ 

“Go away.” 

“How could I believe someone like you?” 

“How could you do this to me?”

“How was I supposed to know?” 

“Leave me alone already.” 

“I can’t let you go, not when you’re like this.” 

“I can’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I haven’t been resting. I can’t sleep." 

“I just wanted to help you.” 

“I needed you and you weren’t there.”

“I said I was sorry.” 

"I thought we were friends." 

“I’m a nobody.” 

“It’s too late now.” 

“It was hard for me to say goodbye.”

“Maybe, I don’t need your help.”

"Please don’t go." 

“Please, stop it already.” 

“Stop lying.” 

“Stop pretending.”

“Stop trying to fix something that can’t be fixed.”

“Wasn’t I worth a goodbye?”

“We need to talk.”

“What more do you want from me?” 

“You don’t care anymore, huh?” 

“You liar!”

“You’re hurting me.”

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“Lissen’, I’m lost as Hell.” One minute, Mae was at the campfire, drinking ‘brews with the gang, the next everything turned to abstract shapes. She was disconnecting from reality. Then the blackout happened. She woke up in an unfamiliar area with bloody knuckles. She needed to get back to Possum Springs--fast. “Uh---geez, where I do I begin? Uh, what town is this?”

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probablyworried

       samuel has been sipping the same beer for the last twenty minutes. he had more to drink earlier, but he knew his limits and once the heat reached his cheeks, he knew it was time to settle down. he had been minding his own business up until some girl — he’s heard of her in passing he thinks — notices him strolling by. oh. he can smell the alcohol on her breath. his eyes are a bit wide, but he offers a small grin nonetheless. “ nah. just strolled through t’woods an’ wound up here. ” the sarcasm is playful rather than spiteful.

“Oh, COOL! Yeah, I really like forest-walks. They’re real *hic* relaxing ‘n all,” she slurs, using a nearby oak tree as her leaning post. Mae couldn’t differentiate between any tones that night, so she took his tone quite literal. She takes a moment to scan the boy and she doesn’t remember if he’s from around here or not. It was a pretty small town and hardly any new visitors ever stayed in Possum Springs. Mae was the first few to actually fly the coop... Too bad I’m back here. Stuck. Surrounded by sucky beer--

She cut her pessimism off with another Red Solo swig. “Ah! Nothin’ like watered down Pabst! Anyways, dude. You from around here??”

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petalruin

     SHE  HADN’T  BEEN  THIS  DRUNK  since  she  was   a  teenager.  the  world    swirled  &&  spun,    rotating  on  it’s  axis  and  making  her  own  feet  slip  out  from  under her. what  a   fucking  mess   she  was.   aspen  says  nothing.      embarrassment      runs  along  her  veins  next  to  the  high  levels  of  alcohol.     ❛ fuck.   ❜      the  curse  parts  pale  lips   in  a  breath.  all  the  brunette  wants  to  do  is  lay  down;  but  she  remains  standing,  the  tree  her  crutch.  ❛  this  hangover  is  going  to    kick  my  ass   tomorrow.   ❜

   Mae smiles warmly. Drunken get-togethers were nice. Really nice. When everyone was drinking, almost everyone forgot that Mae had beat Andy Cullen over the head with a baseball bat back in high school. Everyone almost forgot how she puked at prom and goes to see a doctor and just dropped out of college. Everyone almost forgot how much of a major loser she is. Mae enjoyed when the people around her age drank because instead of shutting her out or greeting her with a fake smile, they would have conversations with her just like normal     just how things used to be. “Geez, me too,” Mae admits. “*Hic!* Want me to get us some more drinks? If I’mma get drunk it might as well be full on nightmare-eyes drunk, y’know?”

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      If she wasn’t so tipsy, Mae probably would have screamed at the stranger who had popped outta nowhere just before her. One minute, she was drunkenly rambling about her old high school sweetheart, staring at her Doc Martens, the next she was locking eyes with someone she had never seen. She leans forward, a sloppy grin on her face. “You here for the party?” In the woods, there was a campfire crackling and a keg being promptly emptied by young adults. Mae had stumbled and strayed too far from her friends and now found herself face to face with a figure she could hardly make out. Shit, man. I gotta sober up! 

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@wrongoffice ;  *. ~ . ✷   starter call!

She’s having another nightmare again with dull neon pinks and faded electric blues. She’s re-living her high school ‘incident’ in a psychedelic haze. Mae’s beating Andy Cullen over the head with a baseball bat. Everyone is telling her to keep away from their children, their loved ones. She’s trying to tell them that it was a MISTAKE, that the shapes were back, that she was DISCONNECTED, but--

The faintest thud interrupts her dream and sends Mae shooting up in bed, sweat drenching her forehead. Her face goes pale as she spots a figure in the corner of her room. Was this sleep paralysis or someone REAL?