I NEED MOUNTAIN DEW RED

YOU GOT THE SUN: You have a natural vibrance that draws people in. How could you not? You’re positive and optimistic, enthusiastic and warm, energetic and fun. You can be a bit arrogant and have a hard time dealing with more serious situations, but there’s no denying you can make people happy.

                    ❛   it’s  underneath  my  skin.  ❜    manipulation  was  HARD  to  deal  with.  especially  when  it  was  from  someone  who  he  was  meant  to  trust.  he  could  still feel  each  shock  as  his  “ s ”  sound  slurs,  or  at  least  is  EXPECTING  one.  his  fingers  trace  the  burn  scars  on  his  arm,  a  tremble  surging  through.  ❛   like  ink  that’s  still  reminding  me.  ❜  

                    ❛   i’m  at  the  end  of  the  world.  ❜   he  puts  his  head  in  his  hands,  letting  out  a  GROAN  of  frustration.  ❛   where  do  i  go  from  here ?  do  i  disappear ?  ❜

                    it  had  been  months  since  the  play,  &  rumors  had  spread  far  beyond  his  own  school.  many  people  didn’t  believe  them,  however.  he  was  still  subject  to  the  plethora  of  questions  plaguing  everyone’s  mind.  he  sighed,  giving  the  answer  he  would  give  to  everyone.  ❛  we  were  free,  but  we  all  wore  chains.  we  couldn’t  see  it,  but  we  created  a  place  between  TRUTH  &  overrated.  ❜   

          a smile painted the squip’s features, satisfaction sparking through artificial veins. freedom must have tasted so sweet. how awful it must have been to be reeled back by cold shackles once again. poor richard.  ❛  for a while, i WAS out of your head. i was gone, yet i fought. i was not going to let go of you so easily. we still have SO MUCH WORK to do.  ❜  cold, blue eyes fell upon the student as his figure built up from glitches before him, a finger trailed under his chin while he spoke, venomous words coated in a soft tone. the first to go would be that lisp once more. it had been done before, perhaps not by HIM EXACTLY. but, it was still proved to be possible. ❛  now, where shall we begin ?  ❜

❛ you’re an asshole, richie. ❜ he spits out acid words like he spits out his blood, smearing it when he reaches up to try and clean it off. he’s no stranger to his own plasma, but the experience of being covered in it is something he thought he would never have to come close to trying out. his vision blurs a little, his glasses are cracked, he’s breathing hard but he’s breathing, and that’s what matters. he replays every fight he’s gone through in his head, and hands gently scrape the ground as he stands up shakily. jared wipes his nosebleed with his wrist, leaning against something for support. survive, survive, survive.

his words are way too playful and biting for addressing a demon.

❛ none of this blood is beautiful, it’s just red. what is this supposed to accomplish in the first place ?? what are you getting from keeping me on the edge of death ?? ❜ his words are accentuated with a cough, jared staring at the palm of his hand before he wipes blood off on his jeans. it’s sickening, absolutely sickening, he’s covered in a sea of red. despite his teetering on death’s door, he continues, tone teasing as he breaths heavily.

❛ ’m beginning to think you’re into me, you demon fuck. bet you’re losin’ your whole ass mind seeing me covered in blood – ❜

                    ❛   oh,  i  defend  myself  ONCE  from  being  murdered,  &  i’m  the  asshole ? ❜  wrath  BURNS  through  his  veins,  transforming  him  with  each  passing  moment.  now,  nails  were  claws,  horns  sprouted  atop  his  head,  &  a  tail  now  thrashed  with  RAGE.  this  son  of  a  bitch  thinks  he  can  bring  him  down.  he  didn’t  die  &  burn  in  hell  to  be  disrespected  by  some  mortal  punk  in  a  flannel.  he  steps  closer  to  the  other,  ire  now  incredibly  evident  in  his  eyes.  this  fuck  was  going  to  die,  die,  die  if  he  kept  up  this  shitty  act.

                    ❛   never  fucking  said  it  was  beautiful.  i  just  ADORE  the  color  red.  it’s  really  freeing. ❜   a  brow  cocked  at  the  cough.  so  he  WAS  hurt.  good.  he  would  be  free  from  this  nuisance  soon  enough.  yet  something  was  telling  him  not  to.  (  you  know  him,  he’s  your  friend,  please  don’t  do  this,  rich  )  whatever  that  thought  was  would  have  to  GO.  he  wasn’t  human  anymore,  he  had  to  do  this.

                         but  you  ARE  into  him,  aren’t  you ?  (  oh  icarus,  so  familiar,  why  must  you  fly  so  close  to  the  sun ?  )