Bound to a Psycho (A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)
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  • Reads 3,823
  • Votes 137
  • Parts 7
  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Feb 28, 2016
Mature
Maybe it's the metal clamped to my sore flesh, begging to tear through my bandages. Maybe it's the wild grin imprinting itself on the inside of my eyelids, like the Cheshire Cat. Whatever it may be, I sure as hell know I've never compromised to myself so drastically. Nor have I beat myself down to a lull just to believe that the possibility of forgetting my parents faces is very real. In order to stay sane, I must brainwash myself of my hopes for a happy existence.
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Ms. Green Eyes starts running her fingers through my hair. What the fuck is this witchcraft? My eyes immediately start to feel heavy as my body relaxes into the bed. I lock my eyes on hers. "There yah go," she says, smiling at me. Holy fuck, she has the best smile. What the fuck is wrong with me? Did they give me pain meds or some shit and I'm just a loopy and horny ass motherfucker right now? Bro, you literally have a fucking bullet in your lung. Priorities! Green Eyes still runs her fingers through my hair and it's getting difficult to stay awake. A small tickle starts in my throat as I suddenly feel like I'm drowning on land. I start coughing violently, a huge collection of my spit and blood splattering on Green Eyes' face.