#katibalistic

❝     who -- who are you?     ❞

she pulled herself backwards on the ground, away from the girl standing in front of her.  she didn’t know her, and if she was a friend of josh’s, she would have met her --- right?  her head was ACHING, and she couldn’t even remember how she had gotten down here -- down where? a loud screeching sent chills down her spine as she felt every muscle in her body tense up, pushing herself back a little further with her hands. get off the ground, ashley. get back to the lodge.

    He lets her hit him. Lets her fists fly against his chest ( strikes that scarcely hurt, despite her viscous anger ). He stumbles back, briefly, before finally catching her wrists in his hand, squeezing tightly through his defeated expression. His mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion. Murphy has not room to be angry. He has no physical ability to fight her, to argue, to even raise his voice should he want to. He only closes his eyes, hands trembling as he grips her tightly.

    “I can’t fix everything. I can’t. I never could.” Should he apologize? Maybe he should, though he really can’t. He doesn’t feel sorry. Murphy doesn’t feel anything, save for a deep sense of failure, loss and devastation. 

✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. four )   ❜ ||  katibalistic || accepting!

“I don’t want to die.“ The blonde girl said bluntly and shakes her head, hint of a grin by the corner of her lip before she pulls her knife, grin growing wider “LET’S POKE IT WITH A KNIFE.“