#selfmxdicating

16: My muse is kidnapped and yours has just rescued them

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    Chloe was lying on the cold, porcelain floor of the Dark Room, with hazy eyes fluttering open and looking around frantically as she began to finally come to. She didn’t remember much, only being completely frozen in place, unable to move while… somebody had been taking photographs of her. Terrifying, intimate photographs, while a man talked to her in a now frighteningly soothing voice. It wasn’t until she whimpered pathetically in terror that she saw him. Mark Jefferson. Her noises had grabbed his attention, causing him to rise from his desk in the corner and look towards her with that relaxed, creepy smile. “It looks like the guest of honor is awake.” He whispered coldly, like a snake. The man took a single step towards Chloe before the sound of a vault door opening caused him to recoil abruptly, cocky expression immediately dropping to one of shock. He hastily looked towards the door, out of Chloe’s line of view. Jefferson opened his mouth to exclaim something, but the sound of several gunshots cut him off, at least two consecutive bullets ripping through his white shirt, dropping the teacher to the floor on his back. Dead. Chloe only lied curled up there in fear, wrists bound by duct tape with her short blue hair disheveled - leather jacket, hat, boots and jeans tossed aside by the photographer when he brought her in, leaving the girl feeling completely exposed. Once her apparent savior had entered into the room hastily, eyes widened in utter shock at the sight of Nathan Prescott, standing over the body of Mr. Jefferson with a smoking gun held by his side. The same gun that had almost shot her several days before, and had been drawn on Warren in the boy’s dorms just earlier that day. Or — was it that day? Once Nathan looked over towards Chloe and their eyes met, she didn’t know what to think. Is he going to kill me now too? The answer was quickly revealed a resounding ‘no’ as the Prescott placed the gun back into his jacket with a worried look, hurrying towards her.

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  && here she thought that might actually have some quiet time to do their work. Doesn’t he have photographs to take out here while she writes her short story. She only agreed to come out to the forest so she can get some inspiration. Nightmares only feed so much into her dark soul. she needs something more than a burning house, a burnt girl, and a zealot mother. If she isn’t careful, it will be Carrie by Stephen King. Might go with the monsters that haunt her dreams instead.

    Heather gazed over at him when he spoke and she rolled her green hues.. Not this again. Some days, he is fine. Others, he is kinda crazy and weird. Sometimes he mumbles about someone named Rachel, but she never asks who Rachel is. Better for him to stay in his own world while she stays in hers. Seems today he is going to be difficult and try to ruin the mood, but she won’t allow that. The girl closed her large notebook and gently patted it against his head. She tapped it against his head at least twice, slowly, making a point; shut up. 

“You should go.” The last girl I liked this much, I accidentally killed. I’m dangerous and… It wasn’t just because of his schizophrenia (which he shouldn’t have suddenly told her about a few moments ago) and his abusive father. Or even how much everyone hated him and assumed his life was perfect… It was about Mark Jefferson and Rachel Amber. He never even told Rachel about his sickness. Does that mean Heather was closer? She needed to steer clear of him. “I’m a fuck up. Just… Forget about me.”

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   She only gazed down at the floor when he spoke. Go? Please. No one tells her what to do or say; unless it is her father..Yes, a normal person who was shallow would have walked away from Nathan, but Heather isn’t normal. Granted, they are different in totally different ways. He has mental illnesses while she can literally throw people across a room with just thinking it. Both are terrible, so she doesn’t wish for either or. Still, they are more similar than she would admit. They both have problems, but in different areas. If she was a huggie feelie person, she would have hugged him and told him it was okay. But that’s not her, it will never be here (probably because she is scared he will get hurt from her demonic powers). He opened up about himself, and she still remains a closed book. 

        Schizophrenia was one thing but talking about telekinesis and fire starting; that’s totally different.