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theroleplaywanderer replied to your post: so, i might come back here. i’ve got the new job...
ivemissedyou.
awww. i missed you too, bb!
Kill me
Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character killing another.
Lucky stares at the old woman in front of her she can’t believe that the crazy old bat found her. She should have known better than to stay in the same town for more than week. And she is yelling something that Lucky can’t hear, her head too clouded with fear. Unable to stop her thoughts she begins to imagine what thee fact that she is here. Her grandmother moves towards crowding her into a corner. “No please…I’m sorry.” she pleads as the woman’s hand comes closer to her face. And Lucky can’t do this anymore, she can’t let this be her life again.
She can’t live in constant fear anymore, always looking over her shoulder. She just want to settle and breath because for so long she has struggled just to remain calm. She reaches into her pocket ever thankful for the pocket knife she learned to keep on her at all times. Traveling alone has taught her a lot of things about surviving and she has to survive. Closing her eyes against the palm that connects with her face, Lucky can feel the burn settling into her soul. The tears that were once streaming down her face slowly, rush out faster now. “It’s me or you” she whispers to herself. Sliding the knife out of her pocket she closes her eyes and brings her hand forward pushing into her grandmother stomach. She feels the cold blood flow onto her hand, but she is still unable to open her eyes. “I never meant you any harm” she cries. She lets go of the knife and collapses into herself.
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i think we’re the same person HELP
everything hurts and nothing is going to be okay ever again