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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.
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.
sooooo / i think im gonna give brooke her own blog
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. ❞
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.
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?
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? ❞