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making a comeback :----)

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[girlsorrowed]

         LAKEWOOD   IS   CURSED  !   people  DIE  in   this   town.   all   the   time.          and   we   act   like   nothing   happened.   well   I   almost   died,   and   you   know   what   I   saw  ?                                             NOTHING  !

independent brooke maddox.  /  written by c.

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A BOY is lured into the dark of the woods,   strung along by his own pulsating heart.   her warmth radiates off of you.   the brightness of your smile is illuminated     —     burning.   a boy is lured into a trap with affections used against him. haziness of thoughts  &  choked words as crimson seeps from a gaping wound.   the iron tang of blood smells different when it originates from yourself.   your life was not supposed to end like this.   bleeding out in the midst of a wooded area near the tragedy wrought wren lake,   the place that had become the spot of you  &  the girl you loved.   cruel irony.   you were spared once.   but no one could truly survive unscathed twice. 

A BOY awakens to darkness.   every move  &  every word is being watched.   his own suffering entertainment to the one behind it all.   a puppet of the six,   now five,   being played with by the master.   the fear of being buried alive is called taphophobia.   enclosed underground where no one can save you.   dirt  &  blood clouds the lungs  ;  oxygen deprived as each second passes.  (   it wasn’t supposed to end like this.  )   haziness of hallucinations produce her.   it feels so real &  you forget that it is not.   her warmth radiating off of you.   the brightness of a smile returned.   but she disappears.   it is dark again. 

you survived.   you were burning.   you were burned.   you still burn.   but you are alive.   she is not.   the fear of drowning is called aquaphobia.   scream  &  cry for the second time in your life until your throat is raw.   until you are hollow.   no more death  /  murder stuff.   no more.

IND. NOAH FOSTER.   WRITTEN BY MEGAN. 

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                sooooo / i think im gonna give brooke her own blog 

[cherylblossom]

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noaccomplice.

she   stood   out   in   the   hallway,   needed   a   breather   from   the   crowded   hospital   room   —   needed   a   minute   to   just   forget   about   the   weight   pushing   down   on   her   shoulders,   the   guilt   eating   her   alive.   she’s   taken   aback   only   by   the   girl’s   voice,   and   her   posture   straightens   out,   becomes   more   inviting   as   she   turns   towards   brooke.   ‘   yeah,   tell   me   about   it.   i’ve   never   seen   him   this   bad   before   —   i   don’t   even   know   what   to   say,   ’   there’s   a   sharp   exhale   and   it   bothers   her   –   how   different   everything   is   now. 

‘   —   what   about   you?   ’   she   asks   after   a   moment   of   silence,   searching   the   blonde’s   face   until   their   eyes   meet.   ‘   dumb   question,   i   know.   it’s   just   —   ’   i   haven’t   talked   to   you   since   everyone   found   out   about   piper.   ’   i   wanted   to   know   how   you   were   holding   up.   ’

her   visage   is   made   up   of   calm   complexions  /  though   doe   eyes   barricade   ire   facets.   piper   shaw   is   dead  —   there’s   no   way   of   reversing   her   bloodshed.   but   it   has   stained   adolescent   minds   ;   juvenile   hearts.   &  she   can’t   help   but   wonder   if   there   had   been   any   truth  left   out   of   audrey’s   explanation,   &   how   much   had   her   friend   been   keeping   from   them?   the   one’s   she’s   seen   tread   such   agony   in   a   short   amount   of   time.

however,   like   usual,   brooke   shields   any   bit   of   anger   she   has,   wraps   it   up   in   a   fierce   facade.   it’s   not   the   place,   not   the   time  —  for   controversy.   they   were   there   for   their   friend,   in   his   state   of   a   paralyzed   grief.   (  but   what   happens   when   tragedy   strikes   their   narrator?  )  the   boy’s   knowledge   is   their   chance   of   survival  ;  to   not   become   the   next  screaming   fatality   under   a   glossy blade.   &   the   blonde   would   be   lying   if   she   said   she   wasn’t   panicking   inside.   after   losing   jake,   how   could   she   not   be?

       ❝  well,   my   attack   on   the   town   didn’t   make   anything   better.  oh,   and   my   dad   continues   to                                      be   father   of   the   year.   maddox   family   for   the   win  ! ❞

sarcasm   drips  off   her   petals,   crimson   slightly   staining   white   porcelain.   slim   arms   cross   ways,   warm   hues   making   themself   comfortable   while   being   perched   against   hospital   walls.

[fratboything-blog]

ruby lips are pressed to a now empty flask when you hear the announcer.  ‘ please give a WARM WELCOME for brooke maddox. ’ vision is blurry // your legs — they tremble slightly. you argue that you have THINGS you need to say. if you don’t say them now, you’ll never say them. it’s time. you strut towards what looks like an immense stage, applause is apparent. the mayor’s daughter! full of giggles & topped with a bright smile ; nobody could’ve guessed the sorrow that sat behind brown optics.

❛  I, um - I have a speech prepared, that I - uh, I worked on with my dad. hi daddy! but uh, I think i’m just gonna WING IT!  ❜  you briskly take the mic out of it’s stand, fake smile lingers upon warm hues. ❛  look at us. having a carnival, making speeches.  ❜  friends are aware of your mere intoxication, the crowd — not so much. ❛  I just wanted to get real for a second. some of you probably know I was.. supposed to be here tonight with my boyfriend, jake fizgerald. but I guess you all know what happened with that, right?  ❜  you release a chuckle, soon devolving it’s way into a heavy sigh. the name, your comment — it STUNG your own heart. it ANTAGONIZES IT ; tugging at it in what is much more than a vexing way. fake smile turns to a very real frown as you look at the crowd that is gazing back at you, the validity sets in. ❛  I.. I miss him so much.  ❜  eyes are tearing up, though a strong persona makes an attempt to fight back. ❛  but.. I mean jake had a great sense of humor. this all just feels.. so appropriate, cause this carnival’s a JOKE.  ❜

you let out a breath. certainly not the perfect speech daddy was hoping for.  ❛  congratulations, lakewood. happy one hundred years of LYING to yourself. lakewood is CURSED! people DIE in this town. all the time. and we act like nothing happened. I almost died ——  ❜ the thoughts that you’ve bottled up for so long are SPILLING out of you like a storm, a girl wrapped in distress. you’re interrupted, briefly. but you’re not done, no. you’re not done. ❛   —— and you know what I saw? NOTHING!  ❜  your best friends watch from the crowd. their expressions are BLANK, though it’s easy to see that their hearts are drenched in agony. 

❛ no white light. ❜  getting more difficult to control the tears, your throat aches from holding this in for so long. ❛  just big, black, empty nothing. AND THAT’S WHERE JAKE IS, RIGHT NOW! instead of up here, with ME. where he belonged.  ❜  your emotions — they flood out of you faster than the ICHOR that poured on you days prior. you allow yourself a small breath, straightening out your visage. ❛  unless we wake up, and stop acting like this isn’t MURDERVILLE — we’re all gonna end up like jake.. and we’ll deserve it.  ❜  & it seems dejection has turned to rage, from the look you display. a hand SHAKES rapidly when searching for the strength to push another sentence up your throat. ❛  —— but he didn’t. ❜  last sentence is short, though meaningful. powerful. microphone drops, a slim frame exits the stage. jake didn’t deserve this ——— & neither did you. 

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grace. ┊ ❝   don’t   mind   chanel   —   she’s   probably   just   moody   because   chad   cheated   on   her,                                                        ————— again.   ❞

(  so   brisk  )   to   drop   such   information   on   her   kappa   sister’s   love   -   life,   not   that   the   pair’s   relationship   was   very   devoted   anyways.   she’s   moody,   vexed   at   the   realization   that   she’s   able   to   put   herself   in   the   new   pledge’s   spot.   grace’s   aura   was   not   the   only   place   chanel’s   cruelty   lingered.

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wildhcarts.

       she rolls blue eyes in annoyance before a frustrated sigh escapes rose petals. “i am not BOTHERING chanel, no. 2. i am consulting her. she is the biggest fashion icon i know and i need her help with outfits.”

disappointment  makes   itself  comfortable   on   a   warm   visage,  thinking   about   the   foolishness   that   drips   from   no.   5′s   petals.   chanel   had   them   paralyzed   ;   just   peasants   for   the   queen’s   castle.  though   she   puts   up   with   it,   (  for   she’s   aware  )   of   what   she   was   getting   herself   into   when   she   pledged   kappa   kappa   tau.   but   that   doesn’t   decline   the   clutched   feeling   the   sorority   has   on   her.   unable   to   be   your   own   person,   just   a   shadow   in   the   president’s   hierarchy.  

though,   what’s   a   princess   without   her   kingdom?   all   the   perks,   all   the   popularity   that  came   from   being   a   beta   bitch   ———  she   reminds   herself   it’s   worth   it.   tugging   onto   minuscule   bits   of   hope.

perfectly   -   filed   nails   ripple   through   the   tip   of   inky   hues,   optics   wandering   gradually.   they   roll   before  averting   back   to   her   sorority   sister,   she   plumps   rose   lips   out   faintly.

                             ❝   yeah,   trust   me   —   I   know   you   do.    but,   you   know   how   she   gets.   touch   an   outfit   and   she’ll   try   to   bite   your   finger   off.                                            I’ve   been   there.   ❞ such   rude   manner   that   sprints   out   her   maw,   this   time   —   it   was   an   insult.   though   she’ll   defend   it   with   the   vexation  that’s   been   thrown   her   way,   on   the   verge   of   a   boiling   point.

[kevinskeller]

[princesconsuela]

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gustavo. ┊ ❝   who,  um   —   who   do   you   think   the   killer   is?   ❞   

a   tone   of   distress   leaves   ruby   lips,   a   long   visage   at   the   thought   of   another   masked   psycho                                          targeting   her   &   her   friends.

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audrey. ┊ she   droops   despondency,   lacks   assurance.   much   like   the   rest   of   her   friends,   sorrow   takes   a   grasp.   zoe   vaughn   was   dead,   just   another   one   added   to   the   list.   &   visiting   their   wounded   friend   in   the   hospital   is   anything   but   a   delight.

               ❝   It   hurts   to   see   him   so   upset.   ❞

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no. 5 ┊ ❝   look,   ———   i’m   just   saying,   number   five.   it   might   be   a   good   decision   to   stop   bothering   chanel   so   much.    ❞    she   means   it   as   helpful   advice,   rather   than   a   uncivil   insult.

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gorgeousditz.   her   heart   is   heavy,   &   a   cream   visage   surely   showcases   that.   there’s   agony,   though   a   level   of   relief   —   seeing   her   friend   alive   &   well.

           ❝   are   you,   um     ——   are   you   okay,   riles?    ❞  

 though   she   already   knows   the   answer.   with   a   masked   psycho   stalking   &   slaying   the   town,                                       how   could   anyone   be   okay?

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wildhcarts.

           the air around the twins is filled with tragedy – a crushing weight on her chest that makes it impossible to breathe. one would have imagined taylor wilson would be used to it. used to dealing with the darkness surrounding her family – the darkness that insisted on lingering despite her best efforts to push it away.

                      “SERIOUSLY, carter?” the question is followed by a roll of blue eyes – taylor’s specialty. “you do not get to be a mess when this is all YOUR FAULT. if you hadn’t been so selfish – if you hadn’t decided to run away with your wonderful boyfriend, then max would not be fighting for his life right now.”

her   sister’s    words   ache,   but   she’s   aware   of    the   reality   that   they’re   drenched    in.   they   leak   out truth   —   &  it   slaps   milky   countenance.   she   could   only   play   with   divinity  for   so   long   before   causing   even   more   destruction   to   her   family’s   already   -   hollow   hearts.  but  the   realization   of   the   TRAGEDY   that   has   now   made   itself   at   home   within   them,   it   takes   a   grasp   on   her.

caramel   optics   start   to   tear   at   the   resonance   of   taylor’s   insult.   selfish   —   the   word   takes   a   tug at   her   heart,   for   the   very   reason   that   she   knew   her   actions   were   wrong.     leaving   home,   becoming   crash’s   precautionary.   though,   she   viewed   it   as   a   chance  to   start   fresh.                           ———   (   maybe she   was   selfish   after all.   )

❝   yes   taylor,   I   know,   but   —   ❞   she   struggles   to   locate   the   correct   way   of   explaining   herself,  &   in   doing   that   -   tears   stream   down   her visage.    ❝   ——   p-please.   I   am   so..   so   sorry  that   i’m   screwing   up   everything.   okay?   is   that   what   you   want   me   to   say?   ❞