Life is strange || one shots

3 steps forward, 6 feet down (chloe price)

-chloe takes her anger off into the junkyard, unaware of Rachel's death.-

the brisk air of junk fills into Chloe's senses, leaving a stench as she marched. Her silver platted bat swinging back and forth, following the traces of the clouds rewinding into dusk. She couldn't go home, she couldn't call anyone. The anger filled into the aroma, her eyes darting back and forth searching for a target. "Stupid fucking junkyard. I bet Max wouldn't even bat an eye if she saw me" she muttered, pacing back and forth.
back, and forth.
tears struck, rolling down her cheek like the streaks in her locks. "would anyone even remember if i disappeared?.. would anyone come looking?", her thoughts paced with her footsteps. Thumping to the sound of her minds dilemma. Without Rachel, what could possibly be left?

THUNK!
bottles clashed into the dirt, splitting into mirrors of her own image. Chloe was filled with hate. The hate of Arcadia. The hate of Blackwell. The hate of that stepdouche her Mom is convinced might fix what was once lost. glass crumbled under her sunken laced sneakers. She winced, sucking air into her teeth at the piercing feeling under her feet. She locked eyes on her prey, a humbling mannequin left to rot. "Fuck you... fuck.. you", her words broke deep in tremble, the tall metallic of the bat quickly meeting the mannequin. Limbs split into the air, the aroma filled with rage. But she wouldn't stop. Not until it could feel what she felt. Not until it could scream from the mouth it once had. Not until it realized it was left to rot.
Not until she realized she was left to rot.

She panted heavily. The mannequin meeting the same fate of the bottles. Her sobs were uncontrollable, with nothing to hold but the ground. With nothing to comfort but the filthy aroma with words of mere self pity. Chloe slowly looked down, her fingers clasping the dirt heavily. The earth was warm, and wet. the stench felt greater than ever, weighing down her body as she collapsed into cries. "Rachel.. how could you leave me like this? We were gonna leave together, why would you do this to me?". The junkyard felt serene, Arcadias forrest's swarmed the junkyard with warmth.
If only time could save what was left. With a small claw at the ground, with tugging and pulling against the grass that had yet to escape the earth. Rachel would be waiting patiently, still and breathless at the sight of her best friend. Chloe knew she had nothing left. But where could Rachel have possibly gone without her?
she curled into a ball slowly, grabbing at her dusted knees through her jeans as her tears nurtured Rachel. if only time could save what was left of her. The ground had yet to eat at her corpse, and yet she slept still in the rocks beneath Chloe.
She wept until time could take her away. Away from it all. Away from the junkyard. To see the stars with Dad, to play pirates with Max in a dream filled with shortcoming memories.