She Was Dead

Short tempered, a little loose on the tongue, and scary as hell.

These are just a few-ahem-choice words people who had the pleasure to meet Calliope Mackson would use to describe her. Known for her public violence and intimidating nature, Calliope was quite the phenomenon in her little hometown. But times change, and so do the people.

She left town for years. Years filled with agony and heartbreak. More years than she cares to count, actually.

Did I mention that she's dead?

Yeah. She's not anymore, obviously, but that's just the thing. And now she's coming home. With a cat, a new moral code, and a mission to tie up various loose ends. It's all going shitty and dandy. That is, until an old friend who seems to have changed with her death, won't leave her alone.

Calliope is terrified. As she begins to bond with her oblivious friend, it sticks like an annoying rash on the ass. It doesn't help that her inner insanity is crawling to the surface. The question of the day is; fight or flight? But it's never quite that simple.

Some things just don't have a right answer.

{Will be posting whole story once rough draft is complete}
# Under constant little editing #

I don't own the drawing of the girl in the cover, only the sunset picture. All others are from google

~|Mature language + mentions of death + talk of suicide + insanity alert|~