⚠️TRIGGER WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SELF HARM, RAPE, SEXUAL ASSULT, DRUG ABUSE, PAST TRAUMA, AND CUSSING. IF ANY OF THAT CORRUPTS YOUR PEACE OF MIND OR SHOCKS YOU IN ANYWAY, DISCONTINUE READING THIS STORY. I DONT WANT TO DISTURB ANYONE. I LOVE YOU <3⚠️
RUMBLE
Shit.
Ghost thought to themself.
I'm actually hungry
It was hard for them to believe, considering they had an eating disorder that made them almost not eat at all.
Well, I guess I should eat.. strangely
They opened the fridge door. Nothing looked appetizing. It was all good food, just not what they were craving.
Chicken curry, sandwiches, pickles..? Nah.
As much as Ghost wanted to eat. They just couldn't. Everything didnt match their stomachs expectations.
Maybe sweets.. SWEETS.
Ghost wandered around the house a bit, trying to find where their father hid all the sweets quite well, but not well enough for Ghost to not find.
They looked underneath the cabinet on the floor, the cleaning supplies pantry, and even downstairs to pic the pantry lock, and to their surprise. Nothing.
MEOWWWUUUHHHHH
Well, Turk's shitting again.
The cat yawled as it laid a fat one
Goddammit. It smelt absolutely horrible.
Ghost entered the laundry room where the cat was located.
"what."
"morw"
"Hey you stinky ass! What's your deal. I know you want me to watch you shit but I'm tryna find something to eat here!" Ghost said in an overexaggerated newyork accent.
Turk only yawls while he's shitting to get attention. Once you watch him, he stops and continues shitting quietly.
Ghost stared at turk intently, waiting for him to finish shitting. Until they noticed something.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Turk was pursing his lips every push
"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WHY ARE YOU PURSING YOUR LIPS YOU WEIRDO-"
"Mawr"
Ghost continued laughing.
"Ma-a-a-a-OWr"
"Oh- hello kitzy shittzy"
Turks husband entered the laundry room. Kitz.
Kitz meows everytime he comes down the stairs. his meow is quite funny.
Kitz brushed against Ghosts leg. Ghost goes the pet him but he dodges it as always. It's like he wants the attention but then he doesnt. It's weird.
Footsteps could be heard from the 2 flights of stairs coming down.
"hi ghostyyyyy"
Shayla. My little sister. I love her so much.
"hiiiiii shay shay"
"I have come to retrieve stinky 1 and stinky 2."
"Well, I need to watch turk finish shitting or he'll yawl so just hold on bestie"
Shayla moved beside me standing next to me closely, watching turk intently.
"PFFFT- IS HE PURSING HIS LIPS EVERYTIME HE PUSHES?!?!?"
"YEAH HAHAHAHA"
"HAHAHAHA-"
"WHAT ARE YALL DOING"
Braxton, my older brother yells.
Me and shayla both jump slightly
"SORRY, TURK IS PURSING HIS LIPS WHILE HES SHITTING"
"WAIT, FORREAL?!?!"
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a metal love story
RomanceGhost, a kid who's obsessed with death metal and draws like it's no ones business 24/7, beginner drummer that cant find the motivation to practice and a paranoid piece of flesh that doesn't know how to keep there emotions in check. their emotional...
