Closed Starter For : @confidcnces

closed starter for :  @confidcnces​

"   oooh ,     oh  ---  i can help with that !   "    she practically    leaps    off her seat  ,     body giddy with an overflowing wave of excitement that threatens to spill .     she immediatly clears her throat ,     making a shallow attempt to cease the stirring of digits by smoothing down the crinkles in her newly sewn summerdress .   “   ------   sorry .    that sounds so morbid ...     i just got excited,    ”     her bashful gaze seeks refugee on the ground .     “   i never get to help.   ”

bontempsboy​.

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It was the spider lady. She’d been quite nice—the unhappy moments before his world crumbled causing his encounter with her to be the best part of that dreadful night. As he’d approach her to say hello and maybe walk with her for a few blocks. Instead, after a greeting, he lost her. For a moment, René even worried that he’d have to call an ambulance as she seemed utterly out of it while standing right across from him.  

However, as he began to dig in his pocket for his phone, Pandora spoke. “Could’ve fooled me, you,” he sighed, his heart racing as his panic morphed into irritation. “Stop lookin’ at me like that… We should take you to see a doctor, yah?” There’s nothing but silence and her stare—one that made him think of a short story he’d read long before by Edgar Allan Poe. He now understood why the main character killed the old man. “Ghosts?” her question freaks him out as much as her behavior. 

“My mama always said we should fear the livin’, not the dead.” To her credit, she didn’t know about vampires. “I don’t. Let’s get you to the hospital, yah? Ya blood sugar might be low or… somethin’.”

“    i’m sorry .      i don’t want to scare you .    i never want to scare anyone ...    ”     she is a pale sheet dancing in the dark ,     calling for vanished faces.       her voice a murmur of wind carried by the clouds ,       her eyes sweet and subtle ,   weary and sleepy ;   crowned by amtheyst  .      they are cast low and averted from the havens ,    anchored to the soil below .

her tiny fists clench like a vice ,      furling and unfurling into her palm ,  and her heart  ,    though meek ,    stomps    like a giant in its cursed temple .         "     no ,    no ...      i hate hospitals .       they’re too loud .     ”       too loud .      all that screamig  ,      wailing  ------    it feels like a wolf tearing into her :        that agony overflowing from lost souls  ,    cracking their nails bloodied trying to climb back through the veil .  just the thought alone makes her stomach churn .       

wherever there is grief she is sure to follow  ,       sleepless from suffering .    she will stand besides a queen ,    and hold her hand as they travel through the valley of shadows ,       just as she'll stand beside a beggar who yearns for the light .    death does not discriminate  ,      so neither can she .      they are all children through its hollowed eyes .        “    listen ...     there’s someone standing beside you .     ”      she whispers through a thousand voices scratching at her throat  ,     dark mane spilling over the ghastly canvas of her face like black ink .      “         she’s very angry with you .       she can’t let go .        she wants to ...     but you did something very bad ,     and she can’t let go .       ”

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"   is that ...      real ?     "       she slowly but surely crawls   closer and closer  ,      wide mocha - eyes swiling with effervecent wonder ;   caught in something of a trance  ,    her sturdy legs unfold   &    carry forth with a will of their own  ,     though a shadow of fear doesn’t trail too far behind those cautious ,     mousy steps .   “   ------   it’s so pretty ...   ”

In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via perfectquote)