#phonestalked

​mind  fogged  by  the  use  of  painkillers  ,  eyes  narrow  as  they  try  to  focus  on  the  figure  in  the  corner  .  .  .  &  they  finally  do.  chad.  the  last  person  he  expected  to  see  ,  despite  chads’  better  efforts  as  of  late.  the  growing  tension  between  the  two.  &  then  the  weight  of  the  situation  sets  in  .  .  .  why  he  was  here  .  .  .  the  attack.  his  mom  was  dead.  oh  fuck.  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒-𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍, 𝐋𝐈𝐕 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐄 & 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴: '𝙷𝙾𝙱𝙱𝚂 & 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚆'

       rows of framed posters, names such as yeaworth, siegel and of course hitchcock adorning the bottom of each. excitement almost bubbled up within her chest, but composure was held with a cool exterior. she didn’t need to blow it now, not when she was barely even there. yet, the whole home cinema layout had made her extremely excited from the moment she’d stepped inside. she knew about their shared love for movies, and maybe that was one of the reasons she’d said yes to coming over. a movie night, with popcorn, pretzels and.... ---- well, good company was definitely a plus. and with someone nice? oh her mom would be happy. hell, cassie would be happy. chad was seemingly the perfect guy. football player, nice guy, good looking. so the idea that he wanted to spend time with lexi howard of all people... it was unheard of. also the reason lexi was considering watching carrie to prepare. was this all some big joke?    ❛ even your posters are cool... ❜   a small turn on her heel and she was almost beaming back at him where he sat on the couch. side stepping around, she came to rest on the other side, about a cushion’s length from where chad had placed himself. she might have been put at ease over the fact that chad hadn’t set off any red flags yet, but the appearance of carrie on the table in front of them hadn’t gone amiss.     ❛ are we.... --- are we watching carrie? ❜

she keeps her voice soft , though not without its trademark snark. but even that feels forced , a performance of normality as she sits beside his hospital bed. her own bandaged shoulder throbs with every move , but it’s nothing compared to the fear that had gripped her heart as she waited for her brother to wake up. their parents had been taking turns , each shift ending with an offer to take her back home to sleep or shower or -- well , anything but sit vigil. but she couldn’t. no matter how much shit she gives chad , he’s her twin. her best friend. and whereas after the attacks , she’d needed some stitches and a bottle of painkillers , he-- even now , as he begins to come to , she doesn’t want to think think about what could have been. what almost was. “ welcome back to the world. ”

   The man sat at the table in the visitor room of the psychiatric hospital. The orderly told him she’d be close by if they needed anything, more so directed at the teenager that was seated across from Billy. Brown eyes met the male’s. “Oh don’t worry they got me so medicated I can barely feed myself.” He told him.

   “They said...Meeks-Martin?” He hummed. “You uh...” He thought for a few seconds. “Martha’s kid?” He leaned against the table. “What do you want kid? I’m assuming you’re here because it started again. They always take away my TV and newspaper privileges when it does. Messes up my treatment.” He points to his head.

the fact the words are familiar doesn’t make them sting LESS. rachel blinks just the once, frowns just a little, twists her fingers into the bracelets she wears before she blinks and shakes her head. it’s at HERSELF moreso than at chad and rachel sinks her teeth into the tender flesh of the inside of her cheek. CAN’T DEAL WITH YOU RIGHT NOW, her brain echoes back, the one word switch entirely her but so easily projected outward. whatever. WHATEVER. something storm-cloud dark floats over her face but it’s as fleeting as a sun-shower. when she tips her head it seems to shudder and flicker before vanishing all together.

Billy looked him over and chuckled. "Related to Randy huh? I always hated that kid. Is that why you're here? Trying to get some revenge for almost killing him?" He couldnt help the smirk that sat on his lips. "Thats cute." He said casually and picked up the beer bottle he was working on. "Listen kid, what happened was years ago. Things change. People change." He lied so easily. How else would he be out on parole if he wasnt reformed now? Billy was just that good of a liar and he knew how to read people to get what he wanted.

❛  tell  you  what?  th  -  that  i’m  pretty  sure  i’m  going  insane?!  ❜  rapid  movements  are  made  as  wide  eyes  struggle  to  focus  on  the  others  face.  panic  .  .  .  he  was  panicking.  he  didn’t  like  to  be  cornered  ,  especially  after  everything.  it  wasn’t  that  he  didn’t  appreciate  chads’  concern  but  he  didn’t  WANT  it  ,  he  couldn’t  handle  it.  ❛  th  -  that  i  see  my  dead  mother  in  ANY  mirror  i  look  in  &  in  every  DARK  corner?!  .  .  .  i  -  i  can’t.  i  haven’t  even  told  tara.  ❜  words  fall  somber  the  more  he  speaks  ,  exhaustion  bleeding  into  them  as  he  forms  slowly  sinks  to  the  concrete.   burying  his  head  in  his  hands  for  a  moment  before  brushing  back  into  his  hair  ,  looking  up  to  the  other  once  again.