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May 16, 2020 3:42:49 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on May 16, 2020 3:42:49 GMT -5
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I remember Whitney's hand wriggled out of mine. I remember screaming, and the crack of something hitting porcelain, and the door swinging open.
And I didn't hesitate.
I should've clutched her hand. Refused to let her go, the way I did down there in the dark. A sweetbitter taste still lingers between my teeth from the bottles we sipped on and I wince, running the tip of my tongue around my mouth. Tastes like regret, I should have dragged her out with me, "Whitney?!" I should of, I should of, I-
"WHITNEY?!"
I can't breathe, anxiety clutches at me and the world tips sideways. Left, I hit the side of the hallway and feel my lips go numb. Goosebumps bristle the back of my neck and they tingle as my lungs close up, running my palms across the wallpaper and feeling nothing but shocks of half-awake nerves dancing through my forearms.
I'm going to die in this house.
Stumbling and gasping, choking on my own fear, I look for the first door and fling it open. Alone, I hurry into the room's four walls and slam the handle shut, acutely aware I have nothing to defend myself with. Not even a nail file-
I curse the empty bottles made of glass, the knife that had fallen to the basement floor with a thud, the burning torch in Whitney's hands. Three weapons I abandoned, along with her. Whitney. All alone. And Blaine - the thought of him makes me retch, decaying and pale and so void of his soul, left for dead in the bath tub, and then I shake and gasp and slide to the floor and scream into my hands. I'm stupid. Stupid, and selfish, and terribly, awfully, terrifyingly alone.
Just a stupid little flower girl who thought she could grow in a house without light.
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