#ouchies...

xhelenaxleblancx​

Delilah FROZE UP at that question. Or was she TREMBLING? She honestly COULDN’T TELL. Hell, in all honesty she could no longer even feel her HEART beating in her chest. But she wasn’t DEAD. At least... Not PHYSICALLY. She knew that to be sure. (Death wouldn’t HURT THIS MUCH.) Fists clenched and unclenched. Jaw locked and STAYED THAT WAY. Then the TERMITES hit. First in her WRISTS then in her NECK. It always felt like it was BENEATH THE SURFACE. In her BLOOD. Not that the SURFACE was clean. No the surface was FILTHY. That’s why she would so OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVELY wash her hands. Which she was trying to STEADY HER FEET ENOUGH to go and do JUST THAT. It was precisely why HOARSE SPONGES & RAZOR BLADES & FREAKING TOWELS & ANYTHING THAT COULD FEASIBLY BE APPLIED TOO AGGRESSIVELY were things that her family had to WATCH OUT FOR. But the itching was BENEATH HER SKIN. It was coming from something INSIDE OF HER. And as she was asked that question and as the skin FLAKED AWAY & BLED. And as her breathing SPED UP and her heart RACED and as she CRIED, she could feel it SCREAMING OUT... THE DARKNESS. And she had to CATCH HERSELF but she couldn’t CATCH HERSELF so she just hoped to God that she didn’t CATCH THEM. She just... COULDN’T HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW.

𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗭 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 // the jester

you  spark  humor  wherever  you  wander,  always  seeking  to  brighten  a  room  with  the  roar  of  laughter.  but,  you  are  no  fool.  you  have  seen  the  pain  in  the  world,  and  you  would  give  anything  to  keep  others  from  feeling  it,  too.  though,  humor  is  a  balm,  not  a  cure.  take  care  you  do  not  merely  conceal  your  tragedy  beneath  a  smile.