Spares The Mess

Spares The Mess

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Sadness and confusion, Mostly sadness. They weren't supposed to feel this way, it wasn't like their character. The mask they had worn for years, It was being pulled off. And by this hurt girl they had met in the woods getting the shit beat out of her. She was the one pulling on the seams of Boe's reality, threatening to change it. Change was terrifying, What happens when the mask breaks because she's pulling to hard. What if- "H-hey? Are you okay? You look like shit." Lemon asked with concern in her eyes and furrowed brows. 'Heh,' "I'm fine, thanks." Boe smiled halfheartedly, dimples forming in their cheeks. She sighed, "liar." They blinked, 'what. How .' Lemon wrapped her arms around Boe's waist, she rested her head on their shoulder. "It's okay, You don't have to wear this old mask all the time yanno?" Tears began to slide down Boe's face, they let out a small laugh, "y-yeah." they laughed, more tears gushing out of their eyes, overflowing onto their cheeks then dripping onto Lemons faded green jacket. //jesus christ tivibi, who hurt you.//
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Denial

The wail of sirens echoed throughout the hospital as the emergency room doors burst open. Two individuals were being carted in while another gurney was carrying someone draped in a white cloth. It was too late for them. I could just barely hear what the paramedics were yelling to the doctors as they rushed to the operating room. "Car crash. Must have lost control. Both middle aged men. One is Native-American with long black hair and light brown eyes. He has multiple lacerations to the abdomen, his skull was fractured, left knee cap shattered, and internal bleeding." the young man explained. "The other is Caucasian with blonde hair and green eyes. His neck is broken, there are four fractures along his spine, we think his spleen might have burst, and there is a large piece of the car door sticking out of his chest. Possibly the handle. Both are in critical condition. There was a third passenger, but she was gone before we got to them." A louder sob ripped through my chest, my entire body shuddering from the force of it. Tears began streaming down my face faster than I could wipe them off. I wrapped my fingers around my ears the same way I did that night, silently begging the memories to go away. Before I knew it, I was rocking back and forth. "It's all my fault I should've died Should still be here All my fault Should be dead Take me Suffering Can't take it Find your happy place Find your happy place Find your happy place." My body was wracking with sobs. I wanted to stop it but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Should've been me Should've been me Forgive me Please forgive me I'm so sorry I'm so sorry."

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