She went in to take a quick shower as a shy hand poked her spine , she froze as the blood inside her boiled, for a second there she forgot they existed , her ghosts , her companions , her other , just her other.
she turned and knelt down to the sight of them six .The clown handed her the glass of whiskey , and the psychopath passed the cigarette , but the glass was filled with nothing other than three perfect ice cubes no alcohol, no golden numbing liquid. and there was no lighter , that is how she knew , someone else is going to poor her whiskey this time , or maybe some gin or maybe just water.
Could it be ,
their goodbye?
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RandomWritings on how she's been able to accept her demons and explore her own hellish universe , the journey is twisted and full of interesting and relatable stories .
