#ti4001

[spoiledsovls]

53

53) things you said in the dark

“honestly fuck this shit, i don’t even wanna fuckin’ try anymore.” she whines, her eyes straining at the sight of her homework in the dark. there were no candles to be lit, and at the perfect timing and coincidence, the lights go out due to a power outage. she lets out a frustrated sigh, ruffling her dark locks in an aggravating matter. lithe fingers move throughout the nourished hair, her forehead feeling the ice-cold temperature of the metal part of her desk that was placed on the edge for whatever reason. the style? whatever it was, it wasn’t the biggest predicament that she was facing. the fact that her work was due in a few hours and her laptop was dying during the power outage was an obstacle to her education. why couldn’t the power outage happen the next night?

“stupid piece of shit.. fuckin’.. cunt ass..” a sailor’s mouth indeed. she picked it up from the kids that hung around her, calling her names she wished to have never heard but has now added a few words to her vocabulary. although they weren’t literary terms, she used them to the best of her ability to vent her frustration out. it works, and studies showed... something she just happened to forget about cussing. the explicit words helped released either endorphins or oxytocin-- some kind of that sort. they were in the same type of category, hyejung just couldn’t think straight as she stressed over work that was due in a limited amount of time. taking a deep breath, her back slides against the frame of the chair while eyes look up at the ceiling. although pitch black, there were still hints of pictures that played in her mind during that moment. “sometimes i just.. is this how death feels like? maybe a coma, even..”

stuck on that thought, she delves deeper into the subconscious of her mind. or at least, she tries to. scratching the side of her head, the complex question sticks to her. maybe it wasn’t even that complex, maybe she was just making it difficult on herself. a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ still wouldn’t satisfy hyejung, though. she’s heard that people can listen to everything said to her, even when unconscious in a coma. sort of like.. lucid dreaming, without the whole dreaming part. so would she just wallow in the darkness for however long her coma would deem to be? she wanted to find out one day, even if she wasn’t really up for the experience.

“crazy shit.”

[1xx7]

handwriting

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

“Jaesun.” It was an easy answer, she’d reply without even thinking about it. “Why did you leave without saying a word? I miss you, my heart is heavy. Just hm... I’ll never forget you. You’ll forever be the best person I’ve met. We were each other’s wonderwall right? Did you forget? Why am I left staring to the empty walls? It’s very lonely without you jumping around and talking non-stop late at night or on sunday mornings. I hate you for leaving, and I miss you endlessly. I’ll love you forever, thank you for everything.”

[spoiledsovls]

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

(sms) that’s my job, sweetheart.(sms) to make you miserable, that’s all i ever ask for.(sms) readin’ that makes me so, terribly happy.(sms) isn’t it kinda sick?

[spoiledsovls]

“I think we’ll be okay. They can’t prove anything.”

“you fuckin’ spilled all your damn milk on the floor, y’think we’ll be okay? yeah, sure it may be jus’ milk but did y’notice that this fuckin’ house doesn’t have milk? in its fridge, that’s in the kitchen? whoever lives here doesn’t like milk. they’ll find out. ha, fuck. you screwed us over! with the milk you deliver.. why’d y’bring it along?! fuck!” she’s yelling at the top of her lungs, although the percentage of being caught by the owners was still pretty high. she shouldn’t have dragged him there. the look on his face when she asked- no, basically forced him to rob a house with her so that she wouldn’t take the blame. the amazement at his agreement to, maybe because hyejung would have hurt him in the long run. typical. a girl whining and stomping around just because she didn’t get her way.

the girl was yelling for no reason, hadn’t she heard of paper towels to clean up the mess? there was a small alarm going off in her head, feeling like the home owners would be there anytime soon. they should hurry, or they’re dead meat. all she stole was a big wad of cash, not touching any of the valuables that probably cost more than the pack that she stole. he just stood there in awe, watching her use her skills to get them inside of the huse that showed that whoever lived there was wealthy. glass windows that were at least ten feet high, the interior decoration was too aesthetic, and the outside shined as brightly just as the inside did.

“ah. fuck it. just go, i’ll clean it up. don’t want y’t’get caught, now. ‘cos then it’ll lead back t’me. everythin’ always leads back t’me. shit.” she kicks a nearby object that was able to be pushed, almost wanting to spit on the already clean marble floor. “go. before y’regret this decision.”