#callmeluci

Babydoll held her arms as she walked around the dark streets and alleyways, clearly lost. "Hello?!" she called, voice full of desperation and fear. She had been outside in the cold for hours with no clue of where she even was.

A few more hours passed filled with searching and worry. Her legs gave out and she stumbled on her white fish-netted knees, scraping them against the concrete. She let out a barely audible cry of pain before biting her bottom lip and sitting back against the alley wall and resting her head on the bricks behind her. Her knees were laying beside her now so she was in a comfortable sitting position. 

Baby didn't regret leaving Lennox asylum one bit. But she was cold and tired. She thought of praying - But then again. God was never with her all that time. But she was desperate. The first thought that came to her vivid mind was something she'd never think of in a million years. But maybe she'd get the least bit of help even if she had to pay for it or whatever she'd heard from the church back in Vermont.

"Help. ." she whispered out, a small tear falling down her pink cheeks. "Please." She couldn't fight how tired she was and about a minute later, her head fell to her right and she was passed out.

"Hello."

fRD( C k

uH M i have a messed up knee

and a messed up joint in the third finger on my right hand

i excessively pick at the skin around and under my nails???? up until they bleed and even then i keep picking so yA

i have an indented scar on my leg???? b/c of a mosquito bite that i wouldn't leave alone

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[text] Lucifer, bring me tacos

[text] ps: i may be in the Tulane ER jic you need to know where to bring the tacos

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