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“i hate bad dreams.” -marshcotic
“Is there a person alive who doesn’t?” Brooke asked, rubbing her eyes. “What happened this time, Kate?” She hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep in the chair at the hospital; did the staff think Brooke was Kate’s family or something? What the hell time even was it? She pulled her phone out. Almost four in the morning. “Shhhh...oot.” Brooke caught herself.
Ѡ -marshcotic oops?
blackmail opportunities | accepting
For a viral slut, she’s surprisingly attractive. Not that she’s about to admit that- oh, no. Appear soft? Fuck that. She does save the picture for potential future use, though.
[SMS - Katie]
[txt] Thanx for the nudes, whore. Be careful, or I might upload them somewhere.
@marshcotic
Talking. Everybody wants her to talk, but nobody wants to listen. Everybody wants to draw out what the “truth” is, what really happened up on that mountain that night, but what they fail to realize--refuse to realize--is that she’s handing them the truth every time they ask.
She’s not crazy.
She’s not dealing with fabricated memories to deal with the trauma (she has booze for that, thank you very much).
Yet she still cycles through therapists, psychiatrists, anybody her parents think will be able to help her. What she needs are her friends. The people that spent that awful night alongside her who she can count on to remind her that she’s not insane, she’s not insane, she’s not insane--
“Ashley?”
The redhead looks up, noticing the numerous pairs of eyes staring at her, attention focused in a way that makes Ashley want to shrivel up in the chair. The newest method they’re putting her through is group therapy. Instead of letting her see her friends ( “I don’t think they’re able to really help you heal by encouraging your delusions...” ) they make her sit amongst strangers.
“...sorry. Spaced out.”
➵ -marshcotic
Meme | @marshcotic | No longer accepting
I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.
⊕ -marshcotic
Aesthetic @marshcotic
"If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber." -marshcotic
“I’d like to point out that you would not approve of my first thought regarding that remark.”
@marshcotic | CONT.
It wasn’t like he did this on purpose. Well, maybe he did. His actions leading up to this very moment were so hazy. He didn’t really remember taking pill after pill. He just remembered wanting to numb the pain. Nathan wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying on the floor before she found him. It took way too much of his strength just to understand what she was saying. She was holding him, and he found himself scared. She was so warm, he felt like he was freezing. She sounded so upset, and his vision was far too blurry to really make out her face. He knew it was Kate Marsh, someone who should be happy to watch him die. “No... no. I don’t need to… Not a hospital….” This was his second overdose. His father would be fucking pissed. He was trying so hard to stay up against her, only for her warmth. Maybe so he wouldn’t feel like he’d die alone. “I can’t… I want to sleep….”
“I don’t know how you handle it.” ~marshcotic
“I don’t. It’s not like I sit here every day and think about what I did back at Blackwell. That’s behind me, Kate.”
