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[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine
▌█ ∵ ♥ ∵ █ ▌It was stupid she should have just let herself be sent off to die. He tried to convince her, tried to get her to stop. So they are sitting in the back of a cab, one who she paid extra money to stay quiet and her hands are shaking and covered in blood. Things got messy, and they got worse because she messed up and now he was literally bleeding out and she had no plan and was practically hyperventilating while trying to keep the pressure on the stab wound. She wants to do more, she wants to figure out where to go what to do from here but it is like her brain is getting a computer error screen. Instead, she just tells the cabbie to drive and please not say anything. So he does and they are almost out of the town that is supposed to be home but at this point, she wonders if it ever really was home.
Shaking the error message, the thoughts of Barren Falls from her mind the warmth from her hands starts to feel like a burning sensation. Not because suddenly the blood on her hands was burning her but because of the feeling, the sensation and memories it was bringing her to too many places, She is back in her room with her mother and seeing Braden, she is back in the House of Mazes at the television show/ She can feel the fingernails of the kids in her skin again and she shivers shaking her head more. Get out of there, be here, be with him do something, but instead, she is put back in the cycle from that fucking house. And now she is afraid to do anything to move at all because what if it hurts him more. What if she gets him killed, what if he already was going to die. The house was right it was because of her, this whole thing, all of the pain in her friend's life, in his life was coming from her now. The Parade this year, the arguments, the frustration. She was so stupid to think that any of this trying would work. She skipped out on death years ago and it was clawing at her trying to get her back and now, it got its hands on Vinnie and she couldn’t breathe. It was worse this way it was suffocation slowly. She could breathe for a moment, feel safe and then feel death clamp his hands around her throat and tighten it while doing things like this. She is sure at this point the poor man driving her thinks something crazy has happened in which it has and she is sure she is sobbing like a mess but she can’t even hear herself cry. Everything was like white noise.
It isn’t until she takes a gasping breath that the sounds of the real world hit her again. She has no idea how long she had just been sitting there like a fool but she manages to finally shake everything. Maybe the realization that this was her fault and she had to fix it before he died hit her hard enough again to bring her back around. Blood clad fingers reach for his hands placing them where hers had been previously. She reaches for the bottom of her shirt using the strength she can after a few tries she rips it before earthquake-like hands gently move his again and press it onto where the blood was coming from. ❝ I--- I should’ve listened to you. I’m--- This--- ❞ Words are probably a mess but she is trying and the tears, his face really aren’t helping her so instead she looks out the window. It is probably the only thing from resetting the cycle of hearing the white noise, of getting pulled back into other places where she felt blood, where she was responsible for blood being spilled. ❝ You didn’t have to do that. We can’t go back, we can’t go anywhere and I---- You need help I just---- where?❞
