#missingdiigits

                   "Mike,” she murmurs, her voice coming out a little raspy as if her voice box hasn’t been used in days. She licks her lips. The throbbing in her cheek is finally gone, but make-up fails to cover the bruise entirely. Fingertips with chipped blue nail polish tug on the long sweat shirt. She feels tiny and out of sorts in her own body after everything that has happened. She thinks she’s the first to be finally released from the hospital, so naturally her first reaction is to check on the others. Mike’s hospital room just happens to be the closest to her. Has it been a day or two? She lost track of time. Green eyes dart across his bruised face. He looks like hell, and she almost says it but she stops herself. It sounds cruel. She thinks of how things used to be easier. Her feet guide her closer to his bedside, and she offers him a small smile. “Ready to get out of here yet?”

Dropping his head against the back of the couch he sighs, rubbing at his eyes. “If you don’t make too much noise you can stay”, he hums, before turning onto his side.

Chris mimicked anexplosion with his hands. “Dude, mindB L O W N”

      It’s easier to default to pleasantries and politeness; she doesn’t know how to be a normal human anymore, doesn’t know how to ACT around the people she escaped hell with.  Everything reminds her of the mountain --- she doesn’t even like opening up the goddamn fridge because the cold makes her think of saws and screams and monsters and hearing one of her best friends be CUT IN HALF right beside her.  How pathetic is THAT?  

[text: Mr Prez] where would i keep a sheep tho[text: Mr Prez] ur plan has flaws

Something they wish they could to tell your muse: I’m so glad you’re here

[text: Mr Prez] oh my god mike why[draft: Mr Prez] I mean thats not hard tbh even if it was true[text: Mr Prez] just let him live in blissful ignorance i dont want him to ring up my mom for the first time in like ten years asking her what kind of people her son hangs out with