Oi, Bastards! BUMPUS HOUNDS!
02-26-2019, 10:20 AM
They called her a lunatic back at home. They whispered behind the black widow back and pulled their children closer when she passed. It was common knowledge that she had a history of mental health problems, although no-one was quite sure what they were. There were a plethora of layman diagnosis and depending on who you spoke to you'd be told in hushed, and sometimes not so hushed, tones that she was bi-polar, schizophrenic, psychotic or psychopathic. Mostly the folks didn't know the difference between the last two and used them interchangeably. She knew they gossiped and stared, she knew and she did not give a fuck about them. She knew, in her mind, that she was now delusional, that she was not sick and this, in fact, was a blessing. She could see better than any of them. God took her day vision bust instead, instead he gave her.. Friends on the other side. she hissed, toxicity raising in her tone, potent and alive. Impertinent. Foooool He does not believe in us. Show him. Show him. Show him. WE EXIST! Shut up! she muttered to herself , Quiet now. she shook her crown visibly. None of that. her attention returned to the older male, cerulean gaze locked onto his facial features befor elowering her gaze to roam over his injuries and making a mental list of each and every single one of them. All I want in return, a cheshire grin split her face in two, from ear to ear, it was all teeth and gums, is a little bit of your blood.
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