my age is 20 years old [insert TikTok smirking emoji]
My pronouns are They/Them <3
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Uhm I don't really have any warnings for this one... I just wanted to share my dream (nightmare?) w/ y'all because it's a good idea to write about 😼
I lay on my bed, watching tik tok at what seems to be 3 or 6 in the morning screen was blurry in said dream anyways so I couldn't tell I turn toy side to finally sleep after an hour or two, that's when I see it...
Oh god... HE found me
I see that red... CREATURE peaking out of the closet, I suddenly can't move. Have I been frozen with fear? It feels like I'm a statue, I see his hand slowly grab my closet door and push it open revealing more of its face, which was halfway concealed in the shadows...
I try to get up, scream, cry for help, anything... I feel something slowly wrap around my body, like it wanted me to stay...
HE WANTS TO PLAY
Then I woke up and never saw him again 🤤🤤
Anyways, I hope everyone is doing well!! I haven't been posting a lot because I'm lazy and not feeling like it, so sorry about that, but this seemed like it was a very good idea to write about, especially since it's been on my mind for weeks now :3 Anyways, ladies, gents, enbys, and everything inbetween, have a nice life and stay safe!! Love ya <<<333 -Venus
Venus- If anyone is struggling, everything will be better I love you and others love you! Mwa! Enjoy my story girlies, dudes, and my enby's (and every other gender I dont have the energy to name <<33)
I pace back and forth in the echoing prison I used to call my safe haven.
How long have I been here? Seconds? Hours? Minutes? Days? Weeks? Months? Years??
FUCK! I can't tell, and I don't think I want to know… Back and forth back and forth back and forth BACK AND FORTH
My fist collided with the glass mirror hanging on the wall before I even realized I stopped pacing. The glass stuck into my fist, but I barely noticed… I wanted all of this to end. The voices, the pain, the DAMN hallucinations, all of it. I wanted to get these WIRES out of my skin. I can feel them sending electricity through my veins.
I ended up in the kitchen after a… while? A little? It's hard to tell the fuckin' time anymore.. I grabbed the nearest sharpest thing, the kitchen scissors and I immediately carved them into my wrist, searching for the wires they implanted into me.
I carved and carved and carved and carved...
I found nothing... dammit
Crimson liquid was dripping onto the tiles under me, a contrast from the cream tiles
I still searched
Searched
Searched
And Searched
Until I couldn't feel my wrist because of the pain. I dropped the scissors, grabbing a knife. I have to find these wires, and I have to find it in the source
I jabbed the knife into my chest before ripping it out, letting myself fall to the ground as blood gushed out of me
I coughed, tears filling up my eyesIt was all a lie… all of it, the wires, this house, everything… the voices were right... Fuckin christ...
Venus- If anyone is struggling, everything will be better I love you and others love you! Mwa! Enjoy my story girlies, dudes, and my enby's (and every other gender I dont have the energy to name <<33)
I pace back and forth in the echoing prison I used to call my safe haven.
How long have I been here? Seconds? Hours? Minutes? Days? Weeks? Months? Years??
FUCK! I can't tell, and I don't think I want to know… Back and forth back and forth back and forth BACK AND FORTH
My fist collided with the glass mirror hanging on the wall before I even realized I stopped pacing. The glass stuck into my fist, but I barely noticed… I wanted all of this to end. The voices, the pain, the DAMN hallucinations, all of it. I wanted to get these WIRES out of my skin. I can feel them sending electricity through my veins.
I ended up in the kitchen after a… while? A little? It's hard to tell the fuckin' time anymore.. I grabbed the nearest sharpest thing, the kitchen scissors and I immediately carved them into my wrist, searching for the wires they implanted into me.
I carved and carved and carved and carved...
I found nothing... dammit
Crimson liquid was dripping onto the tiles under me, a contrast from the cream tiles
I still searched
Searched
Searched
And Searched
Until I couldn't feel my wrist because of the pain. I dropped the scissors, grabbing a knife. I have to find these wires, and I have to find it in the source
I jabbed the knife into my chest before ripping it out, letting myself fall to the ground as blood gushed out of me
I coughed, tears filling up my eyesIt was all a lie… all of it, the wires, this house, everything… the voices were right
So uhm this isn't really a story... but I guess its just my pov on death? Ig idk I haven't posted in a while :(
I walk up to the casket, he seems so calm, like he's asleep. But he's not breathing, just... still. Its weird, how he still seems alive, like he vould wake up if I'm not too quiet. Like he found a comfy casket to sleep in, but I know he's not asleep. No matter how much I'm in denial. I love him, and now he's gone. My uncle, in a casket, gone.
Its a weird thing, death, but it seems so peaceful... but I guess its inevitable. Death, of course.
If anyone reading this has lost a loved one recently or ever, its all gonna be okay, be safe cuties ❤️
A young girl living the dream, getting prom queen, going out with her dream boy… too bad backstabbing bitches like Brianna and Jackson exist… but Maisie had a different idea after death… she'll make sure the whole prom is painted crimson red...
⚠️⚠️WARNING- GORE, BLOOD, CUSSING, DEAD PARENT(S), SLIGHT BULLYING, MURDER, BETRYAL⚠️⚠️
Maisie Hanes was a simple girl. By simple, I mean spoiled yet not quite rotten, her father was rich, she never met her mother. Her favorite color was crimson, the color of blood. Her makeup always had crimson red somewhere in it, no matter what the occasion.Maisie was walking down the halls, talking with her best friend, Brianna Robinson, her smile glowing, her long blonde hair in a long, wavy ponytail. Her crimson red heels clicked on the ground as she walked. Brianna laughed with her, Brianna. Unfortunately, Brianna wasn't the most wealthy of people. She got kicked out of her house last year. Brianna was the exact opposite of Maisie.Paige ran into her crush, Jackson Robinson, aka Brianna's twin brother [Shocker, I know]
“Hey- watch where you're going, whore…”
He snapped at her as he walked off, Maisie, however, didn't get the hint of HE DOESN’T LIKE YOUR PRETTY ASS. She turned to Brianna
“Did you see that, Bri?! He talked to me!”
She squealed as Brianna rolled her eyes
“MaiMai, are you blonde and stupid? He HATES you, you know that, right?”
“But it all counts if he likes me, right? I bet he'll ask me to prom soon!”
Brianna was fixing to protest until she got an idea.. a wonderful, awful idea.. (Grinch Reference)
“You're right, I'll ask him about it.”
Maisie gasped and hugged Brianna as tightly as possible
"Thank you sooo much!!”
Brianna chuckled and hugged her back
“Anything for a friend..."
Twas the night before prom, everything was going according to her dream plan, she bought an expensive crimson gown, got the perfect shade of red lipstick, pastel pink eyeshadow, jet black eyeliner that curves into a tiny heart, tall black heels, a pearl necklace, her long platinum blonde hair curled, and a perfect prom date, Jackson Robinson.
Jackson was wearing a cream suit with a black tie and black shoes. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, making him look more sophisticated than usual.
Brianna was doing her makeup, a simple look with black lipstick, wearing her dead mother's old cream white wedding dress with black heels, black hair in a ponytail, and a crimson bow in her hair.
When Maisie arrived, she was with Jackson, smiling like she had won an award while Jackson had his usual sleazy smile on his face
“Ready for a night of wonders, sexy?”
Maisie excitedly nodded. She was living the dream… even if it was with a sleazy prick.
Brianna was inside, drinking some strawberry punch while watching Maisie and Jackson walk in. The prom was loud and wonderful. People danced and drank punch. Some might've spiked the punch, but who cares? It was either their junior or senior year anyway, so what was there to lose? [In Maisie's case, senior year]
Brianna couldn't wait until she got the signal. She'd make sure this prom queen wouldn't see another day.
While Maisie was distracted with getting punch, Jackson nudged her.
“Hey, wanna go outside? I bet it's way better than in this boring ol’ room.”
Maisie looked curious about why he wanted to go outside, but just brushed it off as some “cool guy” thing
“Sure!”
Being her delusional self, she imagined being able to kiss her crush. Oh, how great would that be?
They both went outside before Maisie felt a glass cup shatter against the back of her head, making her yelp in pain and stumble forward, stumbling into Brianna
“B-Brianna?!”
She looked at Brianna with wide, intimidated eyes
“Sorry not sorry, this is payback for everything your father has done to my family…”
Brianna shoved her to the cold ground, her hands around Maisie's throat as Jackson stood guard and made sure there were no witnesses.
Maisie clawed at Brianna's hands, tearing up from the pain and betrayal
"I-”
Maisie got interrupted by Brianna suddenly putting her head between her hands
“You won't be needing these,”
Brianna said coldly as she shoved her thumbs in both of her eyes, gouging her eyes out, not even flinching at the blood pouring out of her eyesockets.
Maisie screeched in pure pain and terror, her eyesight slowly disappearing as she felt the warm blood on her perfectly pale skin.
Brianna got one of the shards of glass from the shattered cup and stabbed her throat, blood spewing out, staining her cream white dress.
Maisie coughed up the crimson liquid as she slowly bled out, the last thing she saw was her best friend, murdering her out of pure fuckin’ jealousy…
Venus' Note- Sorry this took so long, I kept procrastinating 🥲
