* SUPREME

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

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“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

She doesn’t feel well – she doesn’t feel bad, just not like herself. That bitch Brooke – … the last thing Montana remembers was confronting her, bringing her to justice for the murder of their brother. Brooke acted like she barely knew him, as if she was the sole victim in the whole tragedy. Montana had had to comfort her while Brooke never even mentioned him. She hurt, she was in pain. Montana needed her twin. Stumbling through the woods, she glanced around for any movement or sign of life. “Mallory?” she called out weakly. Montana regretted bringing her sister into all of this, it was selfish and wrong, but she’d already lost so much. She thought she could protect Mallory – she hoped she still had a chance to.

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒     𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐀𝐓     𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐀’𝐒     𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄     ,     it     calls     for     her     ,     tone     coarse     and     pleading.     She’s     up     from     her     hiding     spot     (     𝚒𝚗     𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗     𝚝𝚑𝚎     𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎     𝚊𝚗𝚍     𝚝𝚑𝚎     𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚜     )     and     bolting,     twigs     and     dirt     and     debris     stabbing     at     the     soles     of     her     feet     (     𝚜𝚑𝚎     𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝     𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎     𝚝𝚘     𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋     𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜     )     and     towards     the     woods.     ❛     MONTY     ?!     ❜     she     cries     out     ,     tone     desperate.     𝙎𝙤     𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮     𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨     𝙧𝙖𝙣     𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝     𝙝𝙚𝙧     𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙     ,     all     with     the     worst     possible     endings.     She     shook     her     head     ,     as     if     in     doing     so     the     wicked     ,     vile     ,     cruel     thoughts     would     fall     from     her     ears     and     land     upon     crumbled     leaves.     

It’s     through     the     twisted     branches     that     bend     and     snap     that     she     spots     a     head     of     blonde     hair.     Montana     ?!     𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨     𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜     𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧     𝙣𝙤𝙬,     𝙖𝙣𝙙     𝙝𝙚𝙧     𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩     𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨     𝙞𝙣     𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙘     𝙩𝙤     𝙝𝙚𝙧     𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩     𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜     𝙩𝙝𝙚     𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝.     Chest     heaves     as     she     makes     her     way     towards     her     ,     leaping     towards     her     as     she     envelops     Montana     in     a     tight     embrace.     ❛     Oh     Monty     ,     I     was     so     terrified     something     awful     had     happened     to     you!     ❜     she     exclaims,     ever     unknowing.     Her     chin     rests     upon     her     shoulder     as     arms     wrap     tightly     around     her     middle.     She     felt     .     .     .     cold.     𝙊𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙮     𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙,     𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚     𝙖     𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧     ,     𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜     𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧     𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.     She     shakes     her     head     once     again,     assuring     herself     that     her     imagination     adored     growing     feet     in     which     it     used     to     run     wild.     

“ everyone needs someone. ”

“ you need to drink more. and no, i don’t mean more alcohol. ”

“ please let me know when you get home. ”

“ i can’t believe you didn’t listen to me! ”

“ i would say i told you so, but i think the sentiment might be lost on you. ”

“ i’m so proud of you. ”

 “ have you eaten today ? ” 

“ it’s okay, i’m here. ”

“ you had me so worried ! ”

“ who do i need to fight ? ”

“ i’ll make this better, just tell me how. ”

“ you probably shouldn’t try climbing that. ”

“ you’re okay. you’re safe. i’ve got you. ”

“ which hospital are you at ? ”

“ hey, hey calm down. it’s just a scratch. ”

“ go the fuck to sleep. ”

“ it’s three in the morning, why aren’t you in bed ? ”

“ maybe a shower would make you feel better ? ”

“ listen, i know you’re scared, but if you don’t do it you’ll only regret it later. ”

“ don’t force yourself. ”

“ crying doesn’t make you weak. ”

“ you look beautiful. don’t ever doubt that. ”

“ you don’t need to worry about me. ”

“ do you really think that’s a good idea ? ”

“ do i even want to know ? ”

“ what did you do now ? ”