#somethingrandom

Someone please explain what on earth this even is @.@

So I actually learned how to crochet a while back, but I didn’t really make anything. And so, I decided to whip out my old yarn and crochet hook, and try to make something.

Overall, it wasn’t a total failure (okay maybe it kinda was.... a little..... >.>) since I was able to easily get a single string and then I remembered how to make more rows, so that was good ^ ^. But of course, I somehow ended up making a bag, and then the opening became super small and then I somehow made it big again (explaining skills are A+). 

It was really fun though, and I was able to relieve stress! My fingers did end up in a lot of pain after a long session... ><  I’ll definitely be crocheting more, and learning how to make something that’s actually useful hehe ^^.

So now you should go and make something too! Just search up “how to crochet” or “crochet basics” and there should be plenty of easy to follow tutorials. It’s okay if you’re not good at it (like me), I mean, you’ll be able to do something instead of nothing. And believe me, it’ll be lots of fun!

He ain't enjoying it :< anyways here's some pictures I took of the actual experiment

The song was about the four seasons, how each was unique. Summer is for striped candy and cotton clouds, a light breeze by your fingers. The tune was mysterious, dipping and rising like waves, or maybe wind sifting through the air. Melodious, yet… not.

I placed her hand under the running water, watching it cascade off and splash into the bath full of water. When it started to spill out, I closed the tap. My reflection danced on the ripples of the water, and I dipped my fingers into my distorted twin, separated by cold water. She reached up and touched mine too in return. Spring, wind brushing your cheek in a kiss, flowers woven into a crown atop your head, oh, spring is the time for fun.

I paused momentarily to call out a short shout of “Ellie!” My friend came running in, a smile taking up her face. “Are you going to take a bath?” She asked, a light, lively voice followed by a short laugh echoing. She had a beautiful laugh, one that people would savour. Ellie always laughed after anything she said, anyway.

“You are.” I said, smiling in what I hoped was an accurate replica of hers. She laughed again, this time a long hearty one. “Why, whatever do you mean?” She asked afterwards, toeing the spilt water by a puddle beside her bare foot. She was gorgeous, too, did I ever mention that? Jet-black hair cut sharply by her shoulders, eyes as dark as ravens cawing at night and light lips that brushed my cheek gently whenever she kissed it. Maybe it sounded boring but Ellie somehow managed to make it look gorgeous. She was The Cool One, hips swishing and long elegant legs and head held high in a way that wasn’t boastful at all. It was simply the manners of a girl who knew she was better than everyone, but never used it to her advantage. She smiled like each smile was for those around her. It made her even more gorgeous. Smiles with mouthfuls of shiny white teeth, eyes sparkling with something.

“You, you have gorgeous laughter,” I murmured, standing up and cupping her cheek. Her cool skin rubbed against mine and goosebumps ran up my hand. She didn’t notice and laughed once more. “Do I?”

Yes, yes you do.

The rest of the lyrics came back to my head. Autumn with scarves around necks, paper brown leaves rustling and crackling, the sounds of wind by your ears in a gentle embrace.

Winter, a white wonderland, full of madness, and fresh white-as-a-paper snow collecting under our fingertips.

“Yes,” I whispered beside her ear, and she smiled, a soft one now. “Yes, you do have a beautiful laugh.” I grabbed her wrist suddenly, nails scraping into flesh. She gasped, the glow in her features dropped and replaced with a surprised panic. Pushing her forward roughly, she stumbled forward and nearly fell face forward into the water.

“What- what are you doing?” She spat out a mouthful of water, chin glistening with water dripping down. I kissed her cheek, one of betrayal. Much like how Judas kissed Jesus’ cheek to show the chief priests and elders who he was. Her skin is wet and trembling but I kiss it anyway. “You always had a nice laugh, Ellie.”

Grabbing her neck, I push her head down, submerging it into the water. She thrashes about, swallowing a mouthful of water as she does. I shake my head and hold her down firm. She manages to raise her head for a few precious seconds. “Stop! What are you-” Her voice is cut off as she is pulled down again. Water sloshes around the base of her neck and the tub. My fingers clamp down at the nape of her neck while the heel of my palm presses against the back of her neck. Her eyes, as I can see, are tightly closed and her hands above water desperately claw at my hands, nails dragging down girl columns of skin. It does not hurt.

I am laughing, drinking in the gleeful sounds of her. Her laughter is gorgeous, even underwater. I push harder, hoping that I can hear even more of it. Muffled shouts come, and I giggle happily. Her legs are kicking too, and I use my knee to pin it down. We stay in this position, laughing and water soaking us both. The bathroom is echoing with our laughter, and I feel like I am going drunk on it. I want more, I think greedily as I yank her down further. More, more, more.

Finally, she goes silent. I pout unhappily. “You’re not laughing anymore, Ellie.” I release my grip on her and she simply bobs there, her dark hair ringed in a halo around her head, and I nod in satisfaction. She looks more like an angel now. I hoist her out, and her eyes open, blank and blown wide. Black eyes have faded to a deep grey, so deep it feels like I will fall in it. Like it is a chasm of emotion, of grey mass. Skin is pale, and I pick up a water-logged hand to admire against my own. Lips are pale pink, like a wilted rose in winter, fresh against snow. She suddenly twitches in my arms, coughing up blood before falling back limply. Her head lolls back and an arm is draped over my shoulder. The blood spills over her beautiful lips, seeping into the shirt plastered over her frame. Her lips are now a deep dark red, like one of those models slash movie stars we always fawned over in the glossy pages of magazines that belonged to our mothers. Her lips shine glossily under the dim bathroom lights and I can’t help but kiss them, tasting the metallic tang of blood burst in my tastebuds, enticing and addicting like drugs, or maybe alcohol. Yes, kissing Ellie is like being on drugs, I decide.

When I pull back, my lips are stained with red now too and I lick it away. Blood is on my cheek too as I wipe it away and it smears at the back of my hand. I hum happily, still giggling slightly. Ellie always had a beautiful laugh, I think as I drop myself into the bathtub, bloody water washing over me. I hold her hand as Ellie is slung over the bath ledge, fingers entwined with each other. If I focus hard enough, I can almost feel her fingers covering mine.

Testing the luck.

Wait a minute.

Aren’t we all?