Don't give your heart to a wild thing.

“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”

“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”

“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”

“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”

“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”

“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”

“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”

“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“i fucked up, why do you not care?”

“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”

“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”

“i have no idea how to do cpr.”

“whose blood is that?”

“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”

“don’t you dare fucking let go!” 

“what the hell happened to you?” 

“are they dead? did you kill them?” 

“do you know what you’ve done?” 

“you’re either with me or against me.” 

“who the hell did this to you?” 

“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…” 

“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?” 

“when was the last time you ate?” 

“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!” 

 “i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.” 

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ 

“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.” 

“are you… throwing up in there?” 

“why aren’t you eating?” 

“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.” 

“i can’t breathe, i can’t –” 

“i woke up, & you were gone.” 

“just tell me something, was it really worth it?” 

“You haven’t touched your food.”

“How about you put that down and we talk?”

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.”

“Is that all you’ve got?”

“You’re trying to seduce me. Aren’t you?” 

“I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!“

“You know, I really thought I could trust you.”

“No one would miss you if you left.”

“Cover me. I’m going in.”

“Where did you get that? Who hurt you?”

“Well, here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten me into!”

“his is a really bad idea, just saying.”

“Stop yelling at me! I did nothing wrong!”

“You’ll never get away with this!”

“How long have you been bottling this up?”

“Fight me, you son of a bitch!”

“What would a ghost be scared of?”

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Here. You look really hungry.”

“There’s no shame in crying, you know.”

“Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“You can take your attitude and shove it.”

“You actually want me to answer that?”

        His chuckle was still lighthearted, as was his smile; he took a drag of his cigarette, the word business popped into his mind again. “You know, no, you have a point… business is a bore, and it’s a chore too, I mean I love booze, but having to work when it comes to booze? It just… takes the fun out of it. Plus all the asshole customers you get,” he scoffed. “Is it like that for you?”

        Though the sound of Gomorrah’s name made him grimace, twisting that smile he had on his face as if he tasted something sour. 

      “Come on, you can do better than that. I mean, the entire place looks dirty—and I don’t mean the sex! I mean like ‘ suspiciously sticky floors ’ kind of dirty.” But as much disgust such a place brought upon him, and as much distaste he had for the owners, he had felt about the same toward his own bosses, and that’s when it clicked: sometimes this is as good as it gets…

        “I mean, i’ve been to brothel’s twice as bad. ‘Sides, free chems.” She crosses her arms, tapping her fingers on the sides of her torso. Free room and board and support for every chem addiction, she didn’t mind the noise level either. “I was born an’ raised in a’ brothel. I used to laugh when they said you miss it once you leave. But it’s true, would you believe we all slept in piles like cats.” There was humor in her voice, but she wasn’t kidding. 

         “It ain’t so bad, just don’t swim in the pool.” That was an unpleasant infection just waiting to happen. “In freeside i’m only makin’ forty caps a customer. Them Gomorra girls are 100 cap ladies.” A solid plan for the future, if her current situation kept getting worse. It’s not like she’d be signing over her life tomorrow.