Goth Girl

Hello 911? Yes some goths kidnapped my sister and brainwashed her to think shes too cool for everyone.

Goth Karen is better than vamp Karen

But goth Karen barely talks to me.

Because "goth karen" realizes how much of a dick her eldest brother is 🙄

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, “Noooooo.” She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. “I don’t think i can get down…”

He climbed out of the truck as well, closing his door as he walked to her side of the truck. “I gotcha. Ill carry ya. Dont forget your bottle.” He waited for her to grab it before picking her up gently.

Karen grabbed the bottle and held on around Kevin’s neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was pretty light, almost concerningly, but her frame was pretty small. “My stomach feels weird.” She mumbled, looking up at her brother.

He glanced up at her, “I liked it better when you drank beer. At least it had calories…” As soon as she mentioned her stomach, he huffed. “Puke on me and your doing laundry for a month.”

“Don’t worry about me. I eat food.” Karen tilted her head to the side a bit. “Noooo it’s not that. It’s tingly. I think it hurts.” she mumbled, looking down and seeing blood starting to come through her white shirt. “Awe… i liked this shirt…”

“Ill buy you another one just like it. Are ya just now feelin the cuts?” He carried her up the stairs and finally into the apartment. He shut the door behind him and carried her to the bathroom.

"Yeah i think so..." she stared down at her shirt in disappointment. Once she was set down, Karen took a drink of her bottle, setting it on the counter. "More drinks less pain! Woooo!" She giggled, throwing her hands up.

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Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, “Noooooo.” She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. “I don’t think i can get down…”

He climbed out of the truck as well, closing his door as he walked to her side of the truck. “I gotcha. Ill carry ya. Dont forget your bottle.” He waited for her to grab it before picking her up gently.

Karen grabbed the bottle and held on around Kevin’s neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was pretty light, almost concerningly, but her frame was pretty small. “My stomach feels weird.” She mumbled, looking up at her brother.

He glanced up at her, “I liked it better when you drank beer. At least it had calories…” As soon as she mentioned her stomach, he huffed. “Puke on me and your doing laundry for a month.”

"Don't worry about me. I eat food." Karen tilted her head to the side a bit. "Noooo it's not that. It's tingly. I think it hurts." she mumbled, looking down and seeing blood starting to come through her white shirt. "Awe... i liked this shirt..."

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, “Noooooo.” She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. “I don’t think i can get down…”

He climbed out of the truck as well, closing his door as he walked to her side of the truck. “I gotcha. Ill carry ya. Dont forget your bottle.” He waited for her to grab it before picking her up gently.

Karen grabbed the bottle and held on around Kevin's neck, leaning her head on his shoulder. She was pretty light, almost concerningly, but her frame was pretty small. "My stomach feels weird." She mumbled, looking up at her brother.

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. “You’re my favourite, don’t tell Ken though.” She laughed, leaning back in her seat. “Are we there yet?”

Kevin couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry. Next time i see him ill brag for hours on how im the favorite.” They pulled into the parking lot and Kevin mumbled a soft yeah before parking.

Karen giggled, shaking her head, "Noooooo." She laughed, gasping in excitement once they were in the parking lot. She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, swinging her legs out of the truck but looking back at Kevin. "I don't think i can get down..."

Karen nodded, staring out the window and squeezing Kevin’s hand every so often. Her free hand picked at the label of her bottle as they drove. “I’m sorry you had to pick me up Kevin…” she said softly, wiping her eyes again.

He tried to comfort her as much as possible. “Dont be sorry. You have nothin t'be sorry for…” He kissed the back of her hand gently. It was starting to get dark out, but the town was already asleep.

“I don’t know what i did wrong…” she said softly, squeezing Kevin’s hand again. Karen looked over at Kevin and smiled softly. “I’m so glad to have you Kev. You’re a good brother.” She patted his hand and leaned her head against the window.

He smiled softly and looked over at her for a second. “You have no idea how lucky I am to have you in my life. If ya hadn’t come back, id still be shootin up heroin…” Kevin kept driving slowly, under the speed limit to reduce the bumps along the road.

Karen hummed, looking back over at Kevin with a big smile. "You're my favourite, don't tell Ken though." She laughed, leaning back in her seat. "Are we there yet?"

What the fuck are you singing.

This is the New Shit by Marilyn Manson

We’re goth.

Even goth, this is not you Karen.

How would you know what is or isn't me.

What the fuck are you singing.

This is the New Shit by Marilyn Manson

We're goth.

What the fuck are you singing.

This is the New Shit by Marilyn Manson

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