#turnedforbes

☾ ┆CONCERN MEME.

writing meme !!!

tagged by: @notgriieving

                ❛  right.  i  will.  y’know  kenn ,  sometimes  you  can  be  a  stubborn  pain  in  the  ass ??  i  was  just  trying  to  help  you ,  because  y’know —— that’s  what  friends  do ,  but  clearly  i  must  have  been  wrong. ❜

      it seemed ..  hard to grasp.   hard to take seriously,  and even then,  it took longer for the dust to settle and the reality to sink in --   to really understand the headiness of what had happened.   it came in waves,  a new realization occurring periodically as she paced about her bedroom.  confusion,  of why,  of how,  and anger,  and sadness, and dread.   but above her sunken heart and fearful disbelief,  a cloud of determination began to spawn.   of --   HOW CAN I GET HIM BACK??  she’s sure caroline has already started the brainstorming.    but without hesitance,  she’s left the house and headed off to see him.   even she knew that an exasperated speech was a pathetic attempt,  but it was as good of a start as there was.   maybe, even, a good idea in testing the waters  --   it’s not like she knew what vampires were like without their humanity,  but she’d heard the accounts.   ruthless and fearsome  (  but bella’s bravery never fails to prevail  ).  and between the mixing build of frustration and desperation and fear,   for now --  as she doesn’t want to hesitate --  this is all she can do.  so her small iron fist rises,  and knocks on his front door as her fingers tag against her thigh anxiously.

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                         it felt like she was drowning————water trapped in her lungs, mind scrambling to make sense of her surroundings. she felt the scream being ripped from her lungs, but NO sound came out, not even a whimper. questions ran through her mind————where am i ???, what’s going on ??? … who am i ??? the same voice answered, but she gave different responses to each question. & kennedy ( it was KENNEDY, right ??? ) frowned, shaking her head before trying to let out another scream. images flashed before her eyes, & she tried to make sense of them & the accompanying sounds that hit her ears. long dark dresses, starry skies, hushed whispers, blood, worn leather books, strange accents, a murky lake. an actual whimper escaped her lips ( noise leaving her throat & everything ) at the sight of the lake as she shook her head again. this … this was all wrong. something was WRONG. 

                         it was the sensation of hands wrapping around her neck that sprung tears to her dark brown eyes, but she couldn’t remember why. why was she crying ( i don’t know, why don’t you STOP ??? ) ??? where was she ( certainly not where you SHOULD be. isn’t it getting late, dear ??? ) ??? who … who was she ( why don’t you wake up & find out ??? ) ???