Welcome to the peak of my effort, 0%.
So technically it's usually drawings but like...no.
So instead I'm going to be writing one-shots for the drawings of my good friend @NotHeere
Again, I know Inktober is usually drawings, so if you comment about i...
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God my head... When I opened my eyes, all I could see were stars. My mind was racing. Where am I? I sit up and take in my surroundings. I'm in the middle of a bustling walkway. Tall buildings lining the paths as people move around me. Why was I here? God my head. I was aware of a burning pain ringing in my skull, but at the same time a chilling numbness seemed to shroud my vision. God my head. I glance up to see a very familiar building in front of me. Oh. Now I remember. I sigh and lay back down for a moment. What a failure, can't even kill my self properly. God my head. I try to stand up, but my legs feel numb. This is shit. People keep moving past me. That's...weird. I wince as my vision clouds and my head rings, the dull thudding a sharp pain for a moment. A high pitched ring seems to echo in my ears. Then there's nothing. God my head. I glance around. No one seems to be reacting to me at all. I feel my breathing quicken. What's going on? What's happening. Make it stop. My legs refuse to move so I crawl away from the crowd of faceless people. What's happening make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it- Blood So much blood I forced my way blindly into the center of the crowd. A body lies on the floor. Police tape pushes people back as they try to see what's happening. A woman screaming in the background, her cries chillingly familiar. It's legs are splintered and it's head has been smashed across the concrete. And blood. So much blood. A body. A body. But it's wearing my dress.
I look down at my legs. Nothing. But why? My breathing spikes but why can't I feel any air in my lungs? This has to be a joke. Just some sick prank. God my head. But when I reach up to my face there's nothing.
