she finally stirs awake, eyes remaining closed as she lets out a small groan of pain. a hand moves up to her forehead, an ache present as she remembers all that’s happened ( yet again, she has fallen victim to the lakewood slasher ) ----- but she’s still not dead yet. it almost feels like some kind of punishment that she has to continue dealing with such torture, again and again. she’s starting to feel like can only fight for so long. it’s soon after that her eyes finally open, the room around her blurry though all too familiar. but usually, she’s on the other side, waiting for her friends to wake up. and it’s that surprise, that it’s HER stuck here now that makes her wake up quickly, eyes shooting across the room.
❝ i’m ------ actually dead, aren’t i? ❞ sarcasm still present though her tone is weak and her body moves slowly. but his face is a SURPRISE, not just because he’s here in what she thinks is an attempt to show her he cres ---- but because she hasn’t heard from him in weeks ( she’s not sure what hurts more, THAT or the stab wound under her gown. ) ❝ if i was alive ---- you . . . wouldn’t be here. you’d still be gone. ❞ there’s a bite to her words, bitterness held in them even though she certainly has much BIGGER problems to worry about. ❲ @arsnist. ❳
