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RosePetal.
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Last special chapter of the story, babes!
The last chapter comes right after this. :3 Aren’t you excited? I’M EXCITED.
IMPORANTOOO .
I have a new story posted. I actually just posted it. It’s the horror/historical fiction one I was talking about. I’d be super freaking duper happy if you’d go and check it out. So far, it’s only the intro and prologue, but still. (: You should go do it. Just for me . :3
Here the summary, in case you are interested, which you should be!
Tea Time.
The tale of Louise Maryse Reddington is a stained one, stained in blood.
After the death of her parents, Louise and her servants get a little – twisted. What all started as an honorable ceremony for her deceased family, soon turns into a bloodstained little festivity. Her stunning appearance drags you in, her compliments make you swoon, her work takes away your breath, and you never get it back.
Come in, enjoy the delectable food, and have some Tea.
“But if you’re gonna dine with them cannibals – sooner or later darling, you’re gonna get eaten . . .” – Nick Cave.
Less chat, more reading.
I sat at the cold metal and plastic cafeteria table. It seemed like something you could find in a middle school. I looked down to see the pathetic excuse of a breakfast I had received this morning: A plastic omelet, a bit of stale toast, grapes, and orange juice, along with a plastic fork and knife. I had to finish it all, or they wouldn’t let me leave.
I quickly tried to inhale the disgusting food, trying to get out of the patient consumed café as fast as possible. It was like they were swallowing the room whole. There were people everywhere. It seemed like there was at least 50 more people than there was every other day. I stopped eating, and inhaled and exhaled slowly trying to regain control.
Someone sat down in front of me. No one sits near me; they all know what I’m like. I don’t like people near me, and this person is breaking my fucking rules.
“No one cares about your rules, McKenzie.” The person across from me said, simply. I looked up and saw someone I’ve never seen before. He was male, not too tall, but taller than me, plain brown buzz-cut hair, and brown eyes.
“Ex-fucking-cuse me? What the fuck did you just say?” I said lowly, menacingly, as I glared at him. He looked around, as if he was confused. As soon as he was sure I must have been talking to him, he looked at me and smiled. “What the fuck are you smiling at? Get out of here. Get the fuck away from me, right now.” I spat, anger seeping into my voice.
He just continued to sit there and smile. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?” I screamed. Everyone looked in our direction. He didn’t say anything at all. He just sat there, frozen, smiling this huge smile with dimples cratered into his face. I screeched – what I’m sure sounded like a war cry – and lunged for him at the same time two guards ran over and grabbed my arms.
“Let me fucking go! Let me get at this guy! Who the fuck does he think he is? Let the fuck go!” I yelled, freaking out. I felt my body go numb, and crumble in their arms as I was injected with a sedative to the leg.
I woke up, hours later, to find myself bound to a bed again. I sat for no one knows how long, till a nurse by the name of Francie finally walked in. “Will you let me go, now?” I requested, pissed off.
“Now dear, you know the routine. I’m to keep you in here. You know that, baby girl. I’m sorry, but I just can’t.” she told me, agitating me to a greater height.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. You only keep me when I have freak out. I only got mad. So let me out, now.” I told her, getting increasingly aggravated. I knew she wasn’t going to let me out, and just that thought flooded my body with anger. I don’t deserve this.
“Sorry, my dearest. But you did have a freak out. You were yelling at someone who wasn’t either there, Pumpkin. Now shush, I’ll check up on you later.” She said while she walked out of the room.
As soon as the door closed, I freaked out, again. I tried to break out of the bonds, even though I knew it was useless. I just wanted to get away. I felt so confined. I started breathing heavily, feeling claustrophobic, but I continued to struggle against the bonds. They were cutting into my arms now, making my skin break. I screamed, as loud and as long as I possibly could.
A guard and a nurse ran in as soon as I started screaming, and they knew exactly what was happening. I was stuck with another needle, and I felt myself drift away, with a final thought;
He wasn’t even fucking real.
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She Doesn't Care . (Being Edited)
General FictionFollow the story of a girl named McKenzie during her high school experience, re-told years later, when she’s asked to explain her adolescence. McKenzie wasn’t such an ‘average’ teenager, even in her own generations’ eyes. She was the type of gi...
