Death's Diatheka (on going)

Death's Diatheka (on going)

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"Lauren Clark you better clean this mess before your Mom sees all of these,girl. What are you doing anyway?" Katy asked, hands on hips. She has been my friend for who-knows-when. "Oh! Your drawing the guy again? Lemme see!!" I rolled my eyes and handed her my master piece. I watched as she bit her lower lip studying the sketch. "Were you obssessed or something? When have you seen the guy anyways? He's so.. dangerously handsome. You know what I mean?" she handed the paper back to me. "Dangerous? What do you mean? He's gorgeous." I whispered, eyeing her reactions on my comments. Katy cocked her hips on one side and bit her fingernails. "He's not so human. He looks... umm.. different." her last remark came out as a question. "I know. I dont even know where I've seen him. I was just drawing and drawing. He's part of my imagination maybe?" i shrugged. I watched as Katy's eyes widen as she took in her surroundings. "This.is.insane. It's all him! Your sketches since your childhood was all him! How come I never noticed that?!" "I decided to, you know, display all those.." i said picking up pieces of paper. "You draw him. An imaginary.." she flicked her wrist while shaking her head. "Something" "Yeah.. it creeps me out sometimes." I said, lost in thoughts. "Oh! Look at this!" she squealed, holding a piece of paper. "Hmm. That's odd? Why would you write that inside your eyes?" she asked. I peeked over Katy's shoulder. And there it was. A drawing. Inside my purple eyes lies two words. . . . . . . . DEATH'S DIATHEKA.
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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