wrap me up;;

I was possessed by Hell's worst demon for three months. It left me alive so that I would have to live with that knowledge. It enjoys the game. I refuse to play. I want my life back.

[charliesnix]

[morganaoriannependragon]

[jenni-tumbles]

[oscarisaaic-archive]

[migratory-birds]

[i-hate-all-people-in-the-world]

[blakelivelycentral]

[fucklifeiamgoingtonarnia]

[sithkylor]

[lovelostandthenfound-blog]

What’s wrong?

[samaelscorrupted]

I -- [she cut herself off, trying to breathe, to compose herself] -- Nothing, I just -- I tried to forget and -- they're all back... 

[stormyemma]

Emma refused to let her gaze stray from the hurting woman, to harden her voice or gaze. She’d been here before. Not a happy time in her life, so the hell if she would permit something like this happening to someone else; that just was not her nature. “But what happened wasn’t by your control; you never would have hurt them.” No-one who was this devastated, Emma thought, would have. She was scared, yes, but clinging to logic and instinct. The latter of which demanded she help, that she protect.

"They are not real now. Remember that. Remember how strong you were, protecting all of us in the grocery store? That’s you, not what was using you. Look at me," she beckons and lays a hand on Samantha’s cheek. "I’m real and nobody’s going to hurt you. Not ghosts or demons or that freak clown from that Stephen King book-movie thing. They’re just ghosts. That’s all." Patrick didn’t like that, promising a rather lovely array of vengeful deeds on her when he was real again. "Oh would you shut up?" she demanded of her ghostly ex. "Honestly, I really don’t have time for you."

[samaelscorrupted]

Where had the mask gone? She felt like she was breaking into small shards, each piece razor sharp, memories electrocuting her from the inside out, nerves, like puppet strings, burning and stinging of their own accord. The grocery store... right. When the mask had still been firmly in place, when the memories were so far back and unthought of, they'd blurred, become unrecognizable. When she felt a gentle hand on her cheek, she finally lifted her gaze.

Seeing the ghost that wasn't hers, the one tormenting Emma -- it provided a small reserve of steel to harden within, and Samantha swallowed back her tears, irritated enough that such a kind woman would suffer the torment of someone so horrible. She'd been nothing but selfless... her strength inspired something in Samantha, so she wiped her eyes, and refused to look at her parents or Samael's victims. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, before critical eyes searched for the salt lines that were supposed to cover every entry way. She stood, limbs a little shaky, and offered a tiny tremulous smile. 

[bassoutofhell-blog]

[bassoutofhell-blog]

[paulwelsey]

[cliffpantones]

[jones-jessica]

[samaelscorrupted]

I want a fresh start.

[fuckyeaheverythinggossipgirl]