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Held a Hand for Me
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Posted: Wed, 17/08/2022 13:38 (2 Years ago)
~Esmara was scared as the stared down the burning house Infront of her. "It's okay, Es. You're fine now." She looked up at her brothers grieving face, at the sadness in his eyes. And she had the will to call him a monster. "Nobody's gonna hurt you now." As she held the knife in her hand, the same knife that was used to kill her baby brother when he was still a baby, she had the urge to stab him.
Esmara had been there, had watched as the crying newborn was brought to silence by her dear mother. How the tears running down her mother's face imprinted in her mind. How her mother went psycho, all because of a monster she had once called her dad. Esmara didn't want to remember. Esmara wanted to forget.
She wanted to forget the pain, that dreadful feeling. She wanted to start a new. And as she stood there, next to her brother, watching the house go down in a pretty fire, she wanted to cry, wanted to spill out all her tears and wanted to drown in them. Maybe that would set the world free from the havoc that has been her family. And she stared up at her brother, with the knife fumbling in her hands, she knew she couldn't stab her brother.
It wasn't because she wasn't a heartless monster, it was because he had already been stabbed. He was a dead walking amongst the alive, a soulless among the souls of the living. Esmara wanted to flee from this demon her brother had become.
And she couldn't decide where. Should she lay the legacy to death one last time and burn in the fire that she had set off, as per her brothers commands? Or should she run and start a new legacy, far far away? She thought it would be better if she burned, and so she did. The fire hurt, but she didn't mind. It was best if she burned.
And yet she found herself in the same situation as her brother, wandering among the land of the living as a ghost. Even if she couldn't be seen by anybody, she was fine. She would watch the world progress without her, without the dreadful family. It could continue as it was.~
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess
Posted: Sun, 21/08/2022 17:26 (2 Years ago)
~Lonna was a nice girl, content in her orphanage. There was one night, however, when she was troubled with the feeling that someone was watching her. It irked her and made her stay up at night. At some times she would even see someone outside her window.
It was that one night, where the adults were busy with the other children as they giggled with glee and mischief that she saw the figure out the window and decided to investigate.
Lonna opened her window slowly, as not to create a disturbance, and poked her head out through the window. It was then she saw the shadow watching her as if she couldn't see it. Lonna shivered, a bit spooked, but called out to the person. "Hello? Why are you-" She got interrupted by a lurch backwards and hands around her waist. "Lonna, now now darling, what have I told you about opening your window?"
Lonna solemnly hung her head and replied to the adult. "It'll get cold." The adult, as the kids refer to her, was Ms. Nice. "But ma'am, I saw a person!"
Ms. Nice replied by clicking her tongue. "You're delusional, sweety. Now off to bed."~
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess
Posted: Fri, 26/08/2022 14:41 (2 Years ago)
As Lonna parted the curtains once more, moonlight streaming into the orphanage, she heard whispers. Ghostly whisperes, and as the moonlight that had once been filling her with hope everynight was covered by a shadow, Lonna knew something was wrong.
She had heard tons of ghost stories, stories of people dying and returning back to the land of the living. Everytime the curious girl would question "pray tell, missus, what happens next?" Nothing ever happened next. The stories ended with a bad ending and that was it
Lonna had heard a story that filled her with more curiousity than the others, and it was a tale of a grieving family. That family had lost a baby due to a miscarriage and there was always a sorrowful cloud lingering around the house of the poor family.
She glanced back outside, to where she found the shadow has gone. Peacefully climbing back into bed, Lonna glanced into the shadows of the oprhanage. This was a place that had also suffered many of loses. This was a place littered with the dead
And Lonna could feel them, could shiver and could hear the ghostly whispers of the night. Before she tried to close her eyes, however, she saw a shadow linger over her.
Before she knew it, night had passed and Lonna was woken up to the sunlight streaming into the unopened curtain.
she wants to dance like uma thurman / bury me till i confess