I THINK WE'RE ALONE NOW

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aesthetics for books i’ve read in 2016 || my best friend’s exorcism A scream ripped loose, high pitched and pained, making the air in the stairwell vibrate, drowning out the sound of the birds hitting the house. As it drilled into Abby’s eardrums, she looked up to see Gretchen on her knees at the top of the stairs, clutching both sides of her head, digging her fingers into her frizzy hair, screaming, “Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!” It didn’t.

         i think we’re alone now. THERE DOESN’T SEEM TO BE ANYONE AROUND             (did you think gretchen was still here? she’s been gone for a long time.)

“It’s dark,” Gretchen said, her voice drifting away. “He tricked me… he switched places with me and now I’m here and he’s there.” “Who?” Abby asked. “I think I’m dead,” Gretchen said.

The Birds (1963)

Jami Gertz / Less Than Zero (1985)