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(Silence.)
(Pure silence.)
(The sky above was unnaturally calm. The asphalt below her cradled her as she woke from her slumber.)
(Her head felt strange.)
(...)
(Why was she alive?)
(How?)
(She was certain she was dead.)
(She was certain that she had stopped breathing, that her heart had ceased to function, that she had long since slipped away.)
(...)
(So why...)
(Why was she awake...?)
(...)
(She tried to move.)
(To blink.)
(To even breathe.)
(But the harder she tried, the less she could control herself.)
(...)
(Did it hurt?)
(She wasn't sure.)
(Her head felt... weird.)
(Her... everything felt weird.)
(It all felt...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
(...ah...)
(...)
(Did it... "feel" at all...?)
(...)
(S... strange...)
(She...)
(...)
(...)
(..."she"?)
(She was...)
(What...)
(What... was...)
(...)
(Her body moved.)
(The only reason she knew this was because of the slight movement in her eyes, shifting her vision ever so slightly.)
(She... she wasn't moving, or at least she didn't think she was.)
(Not... on purpose.)
(...)
(...)
(Why was she awake?)
(It's not like she could move. Or feel. Or even think. This could almost be classified as some strange kind of torture, although she can't quite process the concept of "torture" right now, nor is she aware of that. She isn't quite aware of... anything, really.)
(Just... vague patterns of light, and the general idea of being "awake," and the sound of...)
(...)
(...)
(Th... the sound...)
(Sound... of......)
(...)
(Ah...)
(Something... something felt... familiar.)
(...)
(In her head, in her decaying, dysfunctional brain, something seemed to... almost activate, and somehow, she...)
(...)
(...)
(...)
.. . .. .. a . .. . a h . .. . .. . .. . ?
The Bugs
the What
why are people talking about bugs. do you guys know something i dont. am i turning into a bird today or something what the heck!!!!
SETSUKO: Are you ok
like. alive. still
jun????
stay safe
*Perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps out of fear, the rapid messages made Jun glance at her phone.*
*…*
*Setsuko was trying to reach her.*
*Setsuko wanted to know if she was okay.*
*Instinctively, she reached for her phone. Her hands were trembling—*
*—And then a thud. She had dropped it. Her phone had fallen into the crack between the dresser and the bed.*
*She tried to get up to find it; she was shaking too much to move.*
*…*
*Her heart was racing. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her sobs grew stronger, and it was only now that she realized she was crying.*
*She shut her eyes.*
*There was nothing more she could do.*
*The messages remained unanswered.*
happy pride month to all cowards trying to insist that this post is not about them
owwww fell down the stairs again!!! it’s been a while since i did that how’d that happen
ĭ̸̡̛̦͍͉͚̦̜̠̮̍́́̈̕̕͠t̷̨̛̛̥̭̣͕͈̪͎̂́̒͂̚ ̴̨̫̗̯̠̝̤̝̞̯̓̌̽h̸͕̫͎̣̠̾̏̈́̈́̉̓͗̀̋̐̀͊̀u̴͔̳̩̝̳̰̫̠͕͎͂̔̏̀̋̈́͐̀͌̄̈́͘͠r̴̺̫̦̤̂̈́̽̍̏͒̀͠͠t̵̡̧̹͎̦̗̗̪͎͊̀͑͂͊̀̔͒͋̊̇̋͜͝ͅs̶̡̨̢̻͙͖̻͉͖̱̳̙̍͌̾̓̍ͅ.̷̹̘͈͛̀̎͐̊̃̈͐͆́́̈́͋̾̐͘͘ͅ
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Slumber softly, dear love
Neath the roses above
Carnations shall keep
Sweet watch over thy sleep
When the dawn's on the pane
God will wake thee again
When the dawn's on the pane
God will wake thee again.
c̷ ̴a̸ ̴n̶ ̵ ̵ ̵a̶ ̸n̶ ̷y̴ ̴b̷ ̷o̴ ̸d̷ ̷y̴ ̸ ̷ ̵h̴ ̶e̴ ̸a̵ ̵r̵ ̵ ̶ ̷m̸ ̷e̸ ̷ ̵ ̸?̶