devilied continued from here
a tear down a rosy cheek, and it’s s w i p e d away with the back of the hand to replace it with sticky copper. the voice inside had been eating at her, piece by piece it gnawed through a part of her that seemed oh so innocent and BEAUTIFUL. she counted to ( fifty ), hoping that in some way she’d regain her strength to push from the cold ground. but nothing happened, moving was a pain she felt run c o l d through sun veins. shrouded thoughts, muddied digits, stained clothes and trembling skin. legs had long collapsed leaving her in the MESS that ( she ) created. she kept telling herself that it wasn’t on purpose but the noise was too i n t e n s e for delicate things such as her ears and it hurt them ---- made them ache until flooded memories of collapsing in a store come back to her. forgive her for her SINS, hands aren’t the same anymore, they can’t even seem to close properly ---- the h a t r e d for oneself started to flow and course. she had fumbled with the phone, crimson imprints dancing along the screen until name and number was pulled up in the dark contrast of the alley. the name, a familiar face she sought comfort in with each of his smiles or the glint in his eyes ----- of course she’d come to him first. even IF she had been terrified. the conversation was short and s h a k e y, the device plummeting into the dark shaded pool after fingers lost strength to continue to hold it any longer.
maybe the track of time had been lost between the staring at palms with them stretching down to plant firmly into a substance too foreign. the LAST memorable moment with this much blood was back in the lab, with their continuous testing that resulted in her ( almost ) losing her allowed life. a rough time covered by an always smile and dimpled cheeks. ❛ o-only my knee, the rest --- uh --- the rest isn’t, i just wanted it to stop, i told them to stop. i didn’t mean to hurt a n y o n e. did i hurt them ? i think i did. ❜ she spoke to a familiar softened voice beckoning her to the surface. is he scared ? please don’t be scared. it was obvious, from the crimson to the legs bent down in gravel and the dipped locks of brown that what had happened was entirely her fault. blame let it burden fragile shoulders and harbor a judgement that had already been made. the sorrow hits her hard but is cradled by a warm back and the constant rhythm of a beating heart that isn’t hers. she feels apologetic, all she wants to do is spew them from her lips until cheeks are blue and limbs cold. a liking too far gone to tell him that she was indeed SORRY and that her finger slipped on his name -- but it didn’t, because having him here gave a sense of relief.
a wince, teeth gritting and eyes falling shut to combat the surge of pain being torn at the flesh of her knee. it’s ignored further more as she adjusts legs to sit at a aching bent angle for the time here and wherever he’s going to take her. a cool cheek is pressed into his backside, frail digits drift down the muscles to snake around his sides, holding the fabric of his shirt underneath balled fists. ❛ your clothes are dirty now. ❜ broken tone is drowned out by a roar of the motorized bike and soon enough the scene of the crime vanished from clouded sights to be exchanged for the blur of passing buildings and vehicles. heavy lids fall, dark lashes dancing along purple eye bags and though she can’t remember it WELL ---- she sees their faces flash through different expressions before it’s lifeless and she’s ( drenched ). ❛ i did a v e r y bad thing, sukwon --- don’t hate me --- please. i’m sorry. ❜