escaping heaven. kinzel&isley
don’t leave him!
what are you doing?
this is betrayal. you ungrateful bitch.
this bitch is far from puddin’; why are you with her?
“stop,” kinzel’s whisper was desperate. hands pressed against the sides of her head, the base applying enough pressure to make her start yelling. it was painful. kinzel wasn’t certain if it was of her doing or the thoughts. her temple ached and the longer she screamed, the higher her pitch had become. “stop!” there were tears in her eyes. was it of desperation or pain? guilt spread from her heart, like darkness soon seeping out of her heart and rib cage into her veins. her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, unmade and tangled. kinzel, on her knees, curled up. she hasn’t stopped squeezing her brain.
“shut the fuck up!” a faceless shadow appeared before her, dark and ominous. soon, the shadow bore an offspring. and another. and another. seconds later, kinzel was caged by these shadows. “i don’t need him. i don’t need him— shut the fuck up!” kinzel swung an arm, wanting to land a punch straight on the devils. she hit nothing.
“i need him...”
as quick as she could, kinzel made her way to the door. she tripped, scraping her knee, but a simple scratch didn’t stop her. bruises colored her skin like a new canvas; puddin’ was her dedicated painter. she went on, her high pitched yelling still echoing within the four walls. “i’m coming, puddin’!”
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