whispers of insanity.

I’m sitting here thinking no one wants to write with me but there are so many unanswered starters in my tag that I never got notified for...HAHAHAHAH I wanna die.

" i'm listening. " no she wasn't. amelia hadn't seen the other in months after they vanished in thin air and left her without warning. she hated getting attached to people, she hated getting comfortable with someone's presence only for them to leave and take what she'd gotten so use to-- so addicted to-- away from her. " no i'm not. " she finally admitted and it was in a tone that was less than welcoming for the other to continue whatever rant they'd gone on. " i haven't fucking heard from you in months and you just show up and expect everything to be the same? it doesn’t work like that. i don’t work like that. “ she glared, stepping closer toward them with daggers cutting from her eyes. “  i'm finding it hard to keep myself from breaking your fucking face right now, give me one reason why i fucking shouldn’t. “

FANGHEARTED: nothing like a glass full of the sexy ass bartender to get me through the night. FANGHEARTED: or is it a healthy glass of V8′s tomato juice? FANGHEARTED: i just disgusted myself. it’s the bartender.

shards of reflective glass trailed from her bedroom to the bathroom door and disappeared beneath the crack. her room was destroyed; bed flipped, chair thrown to a heap in the corner. she'd texted them well over 45 minutes ago asking if she could come over, an escape she'd used time and time again but this time there was nowhere to run from her father’s wrath. amelia cowered in the shower fully dressed, steam fogging up the bathroom to hide her battered figure from any intrusion that threatened break her solace. " i'm taking a shower... " she shouted to the three knocks against her bathroom door.

" maybe i should start ripping a few out so there'd be less talk of me in the grape vine. " she replied nonchalantly. amelia wasn't normally this open about her reputation unless her switch was flipped, not caring much for humans or anything with a pulse for that matter. " so what's the tea? i think that's what kids now'a'days are saying right? "

darkened orbs skim over her paled flesh, feeling the cool breeze from the window she'd left open all night now and yet her skin was still slicked with sweat. her breath was soft, barely audible. she hadn't meant for the other to see her this way, confining herself in her room had become second nature to her when she realized that the spirit attached to her was thriving off her blood lust. making her a monster. amelia had attacked him, taken his life, and she was plagued by the nightmare of his corpse almost on a nightly basis. she never wanted to feed again. " i loved him and i killed him, i guess this is my karma. i can’t bring myself to feed without seeing his face, hearing him beg me to stop. " she laughed under her breath. " he was the only one keeping me sane... "

" i-- well... " that was harder to answer than she initially thought. while she had optimistic moments, most of which were falsely fueled by the idea of there actually being a silver lining to anything, but overall? not really. " if this were a horror movie, maybe. who doesn't like a bloody end? if you’re gonna go then you might as well go with a bang. "

" i think that's just life. there's things you can't explain; feelings, emotions, species. the curiosities of it all make it worth while. some people f e a r the unknown but others, like myself, find it to be the rush that makes eternity just a little bit sweeter. if i were human i’d say i was an adrenaline junkie. " --- @selfishsoulstm

well that was u n e x p e c t e d. " i'm gonna be honest here, " amelia finally spoke up. she'd taken a few moments to let it all register. " you're kinda hot too but don't let that go to your head. " --- @selfishsoulstm

she's drunk. she's practically belligerent but she's in the safety of their room, somewhat. standing center of the plush bed, amelia danced and jumped as backstreet boy's "everybody (backstreet's back)" blared through the speakers throughout the house. " am i original? yeeeeeeah. am i the only one? probably not but yeeeeaaaah. am i sexual? not in a long time but yeeeeeeeeeeah. " she sings, bringing the bottle of vodka to her lips and taking a long overdue swig. " am i everything you need you'd better rock your body now. EVERYBODY!!! " amelia points at the other for them to sing. " awe come on, see lana wouldn't leave me hanging like this. " the girl drunkenly mentions her best friend whom she hadn't seen in years-- and missed. " she would've been twerking on the vanity set. "