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oh well, whatever...nevermind.oh well, whatever...nevermind.
i remember. do you?
it isn't hard to forget a person's face when they split their lip, most likely on purpose. most likely to frustrate their companion, their best friend. then again, how the hell would you know this? you were the one that split their lip.
on purpose, might i add. and don't try to fool me. don't try to say it was an accident. i know you did it, fool, on purpose. i'm not as dumb as you think i am, even though my parents feel otherwise.
then you had to start cussin' like a drunk sailor. "fuck this! get me a tissue or something, you douche!" gee, man, way to treat your friend whose f
by ~waffle-pumpkin
what a catch, donnie.what a catch, donnie.
it's hard for me to sleep at night because of my daughter. mary olive. i worry too much about her, about whether or not she's still awake, if she's still alive, if she has the staple gun or scissors or razors or butter knives. she has never been the same since the Accident.
never.
that boy always comes around for her, every morning. he's known her for so long, since before the Accident. she can't remember those days. she can't remember anything from before she was ten. he was twelve when it happened.
he's a nice boy, i will admit. he has been nothing but kind to my daughter and myself, but. . . so
by ~waffle-pumpkin
thriller.thriller.
today is a special day, mommy tells me. she says i get a haircut today. she says my barn owl red-brown hair has grown too long. she says i need a "bob."
but why do i need some boy named bob when i have andi?
andreas. mommy says i knew him before the Accident. she says i used to play house with him. andreas is such a pretty boy. his hair is the color of ink, only darker and his eyes are the color of bluejays, only bluer and his skin is paper white.
only whiter.
my mommy cuts my hair. she ties my wrists to the chair because she's using scissors and shears. she's afraid i'll grab at them
by ~waffle-pumpkin
the break's over.the break's over.
(four) liv, why are you here in the pouring rain? i like the way it stings on my cuts. oh, no. . . (us)
(five) here's your birthday present, andreas! liv, what are you doing handling a syringe?! i thought. . . i thought. . . (it)
(six) why are we collecting the glass shards? because, andi, i can use them later. silence. (we)
by ~waffle-pumpkin
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- Current Residence: a heart-shaped box.
- Interests: teacups, love, safety pins, staples, corsets, piercings, pain, scissors, vanilla, peroxide, pixies.
- Favourite band or musician: fall out boy, nirvana, my chemical romance, the killers, 3oh3!, eminem, green day.
- Favourite artist: lily-fox.
- Personal Quote: the heart may freeze, or it can burn. the pain will ease if i can learn.
- Tools of the Trade: scissors and staples.
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