Remaining Shadows Of Ink Exchanges

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Dead - Eyed. When the eyes are pitiless and dank, dead yet alive with electricity. Simply begging to be released from their hellhole , the hellhole that took my past , present and future. Everlasting. Never-ending . Bottomless. Every family closet in this stupid , worthless world has bones that rattle in every place . 

Mine rattle pretty loud.

My family has a not easily rectified reputation of being reckless. And that is putting it mildly. Genuinely. Too many easy murders have happened right before anyone realizes. Police always get involved a millisecond too late. We have a bad luck charm cast upon us , not visible but I am sure it exists . Very rarely it ceases to. You only see a hallucination of  skeletons if you have a specific wish to glimpse sight of someone who you genuinely want dead. That means that I  want someone dead. It is true too. My enemy Monica Granger  and her useless good for nothing family are rivals to mine. That is our basic chemistry. Pure. The Blake family and the Grangers are very well known. 

But never for the good reasons.

I could almost hear the sneers and smirks of the oppositional family , smell the rancid ,burning harsh words fizzing on the air .Like smoke , yet to be cleared. Like pencils markings that are being slowly erased. Like scars that I have to cover up every morning. 

Now my gaze is tracing the edge of the photo frame that has been buried in my mind for so long , always there , gnawing away at my insides like toxic poison.

Poison that is impossible to remove.

Almost irresistibly toxic. 

I know the details.

Every little minute killing had a reason.

Pure revenge.

Served cold.

On a  silver platter, even.

Seven cheerleaders , one secret.

The secret was a lie.

Correction.

Seven cheerleaders, one spilled secret .

No longer a secret.

They were all dead by morning.