September 13th, 1986
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:♧:A/N; TW! Anxiety, fainting, fighting, slight insanity, depression.
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• (*🎼 911- Elise.*)
• "Because you are colder, than ice on my skin."
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I sighed as I walked in, placing my keys on the corner table, shoving my converse off. I was tired, tired of the lies. I rushed to upstairs to my room, to find Henry, he was sat on my bed.
"In a rush?" He smiled
"Wanna tell me something, Henry?" I asked blatantly.
"Whatever do you mean, love?"
"Oh my god." "I'm not stupid."
"Of course you're not." He smiled
"Are you fucking oblivious, Creel?!" He just stared at me, no expression planted on his face at this point.
Grabbing my wrists softly, and just staring for a quick minute.
"I should have told you."
His words are colder than ice on my skin.
"Obsessed with power."
"You want it for yourself."
"But I know, the people around you say, just do what it takes, to make it all the way."
"What?" He let go of my wrists, softly.
"Feeding on misogyny."
"You don't know what you're talking about y/n." He stared at you, still a blank face, "Oh, I don't?" I retaliated. "It's for all the right reasons." He stated.
"I don't know why you even need me." My expression starting to go limp. "I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you don't you leave me here." Tears accumulating in my eyes. "Do.." "You.." "Regret?", "Were you using me, Henry?" My tears starting to accumulate even quicker. "Y/n, no!" He groaned "You liar!" I shouted throwing a book at him. "Please."
"Fuck!" I shouted into my palms.
"What!" "Tell me, tell me, what!" "I didn't tell you, to protect you!" His face forming into a saddened, and hurt expression. "Protect me?" I scoffed in anger, "I'm more protecting you, than you, to me."
"Y/n.." I start to panic. My breathing quickens, and my heart smashes against my rib cage.
I've never felt fear like this.
I don't know why I feel like this.
The voices only say his name, I'm starting to think they are real.
All of a sudden everything goes black.
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