#fakesituation

[c-pandora]

20/7/39

“Am I dead?”

No reply, she tilts her head at me. I think of the times I had experienced episodes after irresponsible decisions. The scratches at my doors and walls which faded by morning. The people staring at me through my windows who I couldn’t identify.

“Are you real?”

I reach out to touch her scrawny body, her scuffed up skin. Her hand grabs mine, her claw-like and dirty nails digging into the skin on my skinny wrists.

“Right.”

“I’m not a dream,” she rasps, her scratched up voice echoing on the water surface. No, this was too strange to be real. Didn’t she have glowing eyes? Weird thorny tentacles she hauled me off the bridge with earlier? Did I have permission to leave? Was I stuck here forever?

I stepped back in the water and put my hands on the muddy bank, heaving my useless body on to the side. Water dripped all over myself and made t more slippy around me. Vitoria looked at me strangely, like she wasn’t going to stop me from turning and running in the direction I had some from. So that’s exactly what I did.

All I thought about was running. My breath and heart both fighting for space in my throat as I paced through skeletal trees and bare bushes. The ground was dried dirt and the only thing I could smell were dead corpses of hunted animals. I turned back to see the pair of green eyes still starting at me through the darkness. No, don’t turn back, keep running!

So I kept going, stabbing pains in my sides and the heartbeats in every cold, wet limb attached to my frail body. If I didn’t get somewhere warm I was going to freeze or rot in these woods.

Warmth… My bed. I missed my bed for some odd reason. My unmade bed in the morning light that shone in my messy room every long day. All this new fictional stuff, this dream. It felt too real. Why would I want to go back to living the same day over and over? I needed this escapism, and here it is… in some shape or form.

Where was home?

I stopped in my tracks, looking around me with a confused expression. This was because I had tripped over a branch and hit the ground pretty hard, knocking my trail of thought aside. I got up and dusted my knees and noticed that I wasn’t following a path, or a track. Nothing. Nothing but leafless, white and bloody trees with imprinted eyes in their skin. Sharp thorn bushes with blunter spikes and sharper ones. All leafless. I looked at the floor of dead foliage and mud. Everything in this forest was dead. It was summer, wasn’t it? A shudder echoed down my spine as I hear the screeching noises of the shadows again. They knew where I was here, and I know they waited outside Vitoria’s place to catch up with me. There was no summer breeze on my wet suit, only a cold chilling siren screech that made my ears bleed. The only thing closer to summer was the area Vitoria had taken me to. Bushes, vines and flowers galore. Big bush trees and animals hopping around beide her without being afraid. Best of all, the shadows didn’t seem to know where I was when I was there. When I was interacting with another… err… being. The point is, it felt more like home than any of this place, more than my own home.

But why did I want to go back?

[sad-girl-poems]

I watched the girl I drank fruit juice with in kindergarten reaching for her fifth beer.

I watched the girl that comforted me after I threw up in school, throwing up because she had too much to drink.

I watched the girl I used to have sleepovers with in third grade pass out drunk on my couch.

I watched the girl I used to have lollipops with in first grade smoke herself high. 

I watched the girl I used to jump on the trampoline with try to jump off the roof.

[nosignalsblog]

[adhd-tomboy]

Don’t Save Her..

\\⚠️!Fake Situation!⚠️//

Ft: @neko-cipher , Billy

[youte0w0]

Hunter Lewis Rampage

!FAKE-BLOOD!

Welllllll, I've been thinking about this art for a long time and working on it even longer...I'm really glad it's done...

I hope my hard work don't go to waste.

As always, If you have any questions about my OC don't be afraid to ask!

[dreamupdates]

Dream is in b George's tiktok!

[thecaddelshow]

[Out of character] YT didn't like this one so I posted it on tt

[idyllic333dreams]

IM GOING TO KMS I HEAR KIRK

[willgrahamsbecoming]

tiktok edits part 2 !!

under the read more ;;

[ortegascream]

If any of my followers here are still active, pls follow me on TikTok for some silly little edits like this Scream BTS one <3

[c-pandora]

I found an old typewritten note of mine from when I was struggling the most. I’m debating whether to post this, really. There are ink smudges and annotations everywhere so I’ll try to explain it as best as I can.

16/05/27

I woke up this morning to these horrid scratching sounds of the trees clawing at my house windows. I pushed my curtains aside to see a figure stating right back. Chills ran down my spine as the horrifying screeching sound of nails down a glass window tore at my eardrums. I rolled out of bed and went to the kitchen, pouring dry cereal into a bowl and chewing it slowly. I personally use plastic forks, I don’t care if it’s bad for the environment, if I have to wash another dish ever again, I’ll end the entire human race!

Later on when I had gotten dressed and washed my face, I placed my hands in the doorknob. My entire body was shaking a way I hadn’t felt before. What if that window creature was waiting for me? What if they’re all there? What if.. she’s there? The door handle began to rattle, so I gripped it firmly. I twisted it, a horrifying creaking sound, like the screams of a tortured man made me wince and cover my ears.

[UNREADABLE CONTENT]

Walking down the empty streets still felt like I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing as if there was a static energy around the area. The ground shook everywhere I walked, and the cold breeze taunted my bare cheeks. I pulled my coat and bag closer to me, my hands shaking and clattering every time I went to play with my thumbs. Horrifying, ink splattered faces screamed at me for the flowerbeds; their rotten, misplaced yellow teeth falling out as I stepped across their pleading faces. Skin peeled away from their wrinkled faces, with their clawed hands reaching for my ankles. I shut my eyes tightly and gripped my bag strap tightly. I took in a deep breath. I knew they weren’t real but in this moment.. dear god.. it was as real as it could have been. An excruciatingly loud honking sound echoes through my empty mind, startling me and causing me to freeze up, as a 15 foot truck comes speeding towards me.

[gamehpeak]

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