anxiety

C24: Live, Love, and Lyric

*WARNING: VERY FAST SO THE AGES WILL BE GIVEN & UNEDITTED*
This isn't the ending of the disorder Twitter that started it all.

>> 5 months later <<
december 5, 2015
"I think it's best if we part ways. but just know i still love you, okay? always have. treat the little one with love, love I should've given you. love that was respected."

"o-okay." tears fell.

"oh, and name her Lyric."

"w-why should I?" cheeks became rosy and cold, eyes hurt.

"because. when I first met you, I thought you were the girl from the lyrics I wrote."

>> 3 months later<<
March 2nd, 2016 (Dylann: 17)
"push, breathe. push, breathe," the brunette boy whispered. "when it's all over, you will be the same. but with joy."

the doctor rushed in, looking at my paperwork, then my body. the smallest, yet biggest kick sent me screaming.

"miss holland, we need you in surgery. your small frame can't take the pressure."

"ALRIGHT! JUST GET HER PUT 'O ME!" I screamed out. I held my boyfriend of three months' hand. squeezing with all my strength.

it took me moments to be rolled away from Logan. pain struck me in my abdomen

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the small, blond haired, baby lay in my arms. my body worn out from the pain. Logan sat next to me, he had an arm draped over my shoulder.

"you did it, Dylann." he whispered into my shoulder then kissing it.

"yep, little girl." I cooed into a whisper. she yawned. falling back into her trance, the nurse came in.

"hi! what are you naming her?"

"Lyric. Lyric Bea Rebecca Holland." I said.

>>ONE YEAR LATER<<
November 15, 2017 (Dylann: 17 & 364 days. lyric: one) (touCHY DAY)
I saw lyric toddle over to me with a smile.

"wadja do?" I said putting down the wet plate in the sink.

"'mothin..." she smiled mischeviously.

"ok, let's go." I picked up the small child and walked to the art room, a room that Lyric loved to bits and pieces.

the 3ft x 7ft canvas had black, grey, and brozen-brown hand prints on the edges.

"oh, wow. that's pretty, lyric...you have given Mommy an idea!" I cheered.

"i's dids?" she said.

"yeah, I can paint a coffee shop with our finger prints." I said. the coffee shop where I officially met Luke.

"ooh!" she whispered. I looked at my blue eyed girl. she was a splitting image of her father.

>> one year later <<
October 7th, 2018 (Dylann: nineteen. lyric: two)
she scanned the rocky shores of Seattle. she walked over to a brown spotted shell, it belonged to a small hermit crab. she ran back with the creastation in her small hands.

"look look!" she squealed. "can I?" her words were meaningless to others, but I knew what she meant.

"no, but it's going to be a great photo." I said. I pointed to the sand castle I built, she ran and placed him on the tallest tower. I aimed and shot the picture.

she picked him up and showed him every single thing.

"Lyric, cmon. Devyn said she'd be at the house in fifteen. c'mon! leave the crab!" I called out. she pouted, but set the crab down. her pout was like Luke's, meaningful.

she ran to me with a grin. "kindy?" she asked.

"yeah, when we get home, tiny." I said as I put her in the car. she smiled a Luke smile.

>> One Year Later <<
March 2, 2019 (Dylann: twenty. Lyric: three)

"this ones from auntie Jade." I said handing her a blue box. she clawed at the box, ready to see her prize. I laughed and helped her. Logan stood in the corner, eyes trained on me. I glared at him, but smiled for lyric.

"ooh! look! it's Ariel!" I pointed out to Lyric.

"AWIRL" she screamed. "tank 'ou, ant j!" she waved.

"welcome, Princess." Jayda said.

"and this one is...from Logan." I said checking the bags tag.

"loggy!" Lyric chanted.

he smiled. I helped open the present, she got a mini canvas and paints. she trotted over to Logan, and hugged him. she kissed his cheek, and sat next to me again.

"can I talk to you?" Logan spoke up, looking at me. I looked at Devyn, giving her the look of stay-with-lyric. she say beside the small mini Lyric, and helped her open her presents.

"what do you want?" I said. I pulled both of us into the art room. his face tanned with sun.

"look, lyric loves you. a love I've never seen before." Logan stated. I crossed my arms.

"your a bisexual man, explain." I said.

"I can't stand living with Luke." he fumbled.

"who?"

"Luke, my roommate? Luke Hemmings?"

>> one month later <<

"mummy! mummy! bunny man. called me a idiot and hit me!" lyric cried as she stomped inside the house.

"bunny man? I thought he was nice." I whispered. her friend, Bunny Man, was actually a masked murderer. she described him having bloody hands, pants, but a clean well fitting shirt. he wore a bunny mask, and a top hat. he had started to become find of my daughter. knowing his real name; Robet E. Sinister.

he murdered little boys. all the ages of six, three at a time. he believed in devils work, and satan, and heaven. he was a spirit with unfinished business. I knew this, because I had a ghost investigators crew come and check out Bunny Man. I had had spirit box sessions with him when lyric was asleep, or in pre school.

I didn't dare tell her. her friend was a masked murderer, killing little boys. he was 29 when he died. he died from running from the cops, jumping off the cliff.

"tell bunny man, that I said it wasn't nice." I said as I set down my brushes. I heard a clatter of glasses upstairs. I grabbed lyric and ran upstairs.

"BUNNY MAN! that's mommy's coin jar! and that's her flower jar!" lyric screamed. lyric could see spirits, it freaked my out. but I lived it odd things. Olaf began barking at the corner of my room.

"sweetie, let's go to the park. give rob- I mean bunny man some time alone."

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lyric ran after the rock climbing wall, she loved to climb. I sighed and sat in the grass and drew the willow tree I sat under, I imagined it with me and Lyric under it, lyric laying on my chest, me reading a book. a cute imaginary moment.

"Dylann?" a tough, Australian voice asked.