Send “NO! reversed” for my muse to find your dying muse
Ada always had difficulties in going to sleep especially thinking of one specific person and more than just a few occasions; and the old feelings of being so terrified of that person she just expected to die by their hands. Though in the end, it turned out to be quite the opposite; Ada’s father dying by her own hands instead…repeatedly. Even if she freed herself from the monster that haunted her dreams ever since she turned 13 - the demon still found ways to taunt her even after his death.
Now new memories of pulling the man’s body onto an old rug, and twirling it up and throwing it into the biggest trash bag she could have found - probably being the best and horrifying workout she’s ever done considering the man was 6"1 and 217 pounds of muscle. It wasn’t the easiest task but she was more than determined to get rid of this memory. That’s all it was - getting rid of his existence, not the evidence. Really she didn’t have a well thought out plan but she did know that getting rid of the body and the knife she used to kill him would be the first thing she needed to do.
However, she wasn’t convinced that he was actually dead - even if he laid still in his own pool of blood and never flinched when she dragged and dropped him a million times. Even so, she decided just in case he wasn’t dead - she’d throw him to the bottom of the deepest lake for he couldn’t swim. If she and the knife couldn’t take care of him than the water would. So, she waited till the dead of night where no one was around to see her drag the bag into her car that she had also filled with a bunch of rocks to ensure it’ll sink and drive to the furtherest…deepest lake she knew of and in a blink of an eye, she became superwoman, for she pulled the trash bag out of her trunk and threw it over the bridge and into the water with a small ease. Watching the bag sink, she waited just a few more moments to be sure it was going to stay at the bottom of the lake and once Ada knew that’s where he will remain internally - she ran back into her car and pulled off for back home. But the knife laying in her passenger seat reminded her that her job wasn’t done…yet. It was deep in the forest she went where the knife, and even her phone, melted around the wood and into the forest floor. Not one tear had dropped onto her cheek but the moment she got home and saw blood scattered around her apartment wood floor - she screamed and crashed. Throwing anything in her reach across the room as now her old memories were replaced by new horrid ones.
It’s been weeks since she’s killed her father and days since she finally removed any trace of him being there but she didn’t want to be in this apartment any longer. It may not have any physical evidence but her memories were enough to make her pack everything up. Though one last midnight stroll was what made her want to throw on some leggings, a sweatshirt over her tank top and her flats. Not really caring about her hair she just threw it up in a messy bun. Ada didn’t particularly have a destination in mind but she did find herself going to the one place she bumped into her favorite person a lot - suppose it was just a subconscious thing that she wanted to see him again. For possibly the last time; and she did see him…just not in the way she wanted. “Kalyan?” Ada’s eyes widened as everything inside of her froze as she took in a bloodified Kalyan, “Kalyan!” Her voice screamed out in a sketchy tone as her feet snapped to run towards him till she was close enough to crash beside him. “Kalyan?! Oh no…no…no…no.” Her shaking hands moved to cup his cheek, eyes stinging red. She was closer to see where the open…bleeding wounds was and just how bad it was but she kept looking back up at him to ensure he was still alive. Even if they didn’t necessarily have a relationship, the dark-haired man meant something to Ada, something that she wasn’t prepared to lose yet. Therefore she shrugged her sweatshirt off and tared a piece of her tank top off and moved it over the open wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding. Hurting him was the last thing on her mind but this was the only thing she could do at this moment. Sure she could have taken him to the nearest hospital but even the nearest clinic was miles away and moving him wasn’t a good idea, she could have called 9-1-1 but she melted her phone weeks ago and never replaced it. She was stuck here with just her shirt to use for a cloth to slow the bleeding. There was no way she was going to just allow him to die, she’d just have to work past her shaking hands and bubbled brain. “There is no way you are fucking leaving me. I won’t let you.” Though the blood kept peaking through and she kept adding a piece of her torn up shirt on top. “I have to get you somewhere….”
