#hcppyhaunts

[floatingwhileflying]

B L O O D. There was lots of it. Too much of it. And the screaming. Oh God, the screaming was deafening. A part of him just wanted to cup his hands over his ears and run away until he couldn’t hear it anymore. But there was another part of him. A part of him that relished in the sound he could force from another person. A part of him that wanted to force more of the sound out until there was nothing left to give. 

And that’s when he woke up. As he turned to and fro, all he could see were the confused faces of his classmates. He’d fallen asleep in class again. This was really beginning to become a problem. He looked over to see the concerned look that Scott gave him, matching it with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. 

@hcppyhaunts

[vengefulterror]

text; lost lover 💌

kyle: uh, I was looking through my old contacts and I don't recognized this number.

kyle: care to tell me who this is?

[strikhedcniarchives-blog]

☼ @hcppyhaunts ☼

“ fuck, dude, ” his head’s throbbing, which isn’t a surprise on account of his track record. he’s still on his couch where he made his final crash landing the night before. still, his eyes shoot daggers to the person in his doorway, “ what part of ‘ don’t use my spare keys unless i tell you to ’ do you not get ?? shit, my head’s fucking pounding.. ”

[iislove-a]

            @hcppyhaunts

He blinks once, then twice, unable to comprehend that she could see him without taking the barrier down. Though his gaze doesn’t linger in any one spot for to long he locks onto her eyes and a brow kinks. “ This doesn’t happen much... “ He murmured, fingers sliding between one another before he cracked them and approached her. “ I’m assuming you... do you need something from me? “