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When I heard that the blue fucker who called me a bitch during the concert is dead, I
almost wondered if it was completely wrong that I feel a small sense of happiness that
he’s gone, funnily enough, that feels like the one positive thing to happen today,
although being questioned about it sense me and reed were the last ones to see him
in person when we were cleaning the auditorium sucked.
my dad certainly had some choice words with me before I arrived since the police
chief's daughter being accused of murder even if false was not a good look for him
publicly. After they looked at the security cameras it was clear that I had done nothing so I got
sent back home.
From what they told me in the interrogation and from watching the news the body was
found in the small forest next to the school and what was even stranger, the dude's
body was in pieces and impaled on branches in the trees.
When I laid down that night I could feel the same pressure I felt at school from that
human, the feeling as if the air around me got heavier and stuck to my skin, yet it was
different as well it was in a way softer, it was still heavy and encompassing but more like
a hug from all sides or like being wrapped in a weighted blanket and it was lasting more
then just a second like it was at school, I wasn't sure what to think of it, I was either still
under the effects of whatever it was, I drank from Reed's bag or I was going crazy.
The feeling was comforting so I just decided to go along with it and enjoy it while it
lasted. Before my eyes closed I think I saw the shadows move and little lights among
them on the walls. When I woke up the next morning I thought back to the dream I so
vividly remember, the gargantuan bodies of things unimaginable hung up on thorns the
size of cities, of the figure wrapped in a cloak of purple bark and those bright caustic
green eyes in the luminous void that smelt of plants and flowers but at the same time
the smell of blood was mixed in with it all, of the figure suddenly appearing before me
with what looked like a heart in the appendage I can only assume is a hand but made of
twisting black wood with claw-like thorns at the end of what are fingers and wrapped
along the arm of the figure are pink hyacinths leaking blood onto the black dirt of the
ground.
“Eat” was all the figure said but it was all it needed to do as I felt a need to taste the
flesh in its hand a need to feel something rend before me and tear it to pieces i leaned
down and took a bite of the heart. I could feel the meat tear apart with ease and the
blood from it gush into my mouth and drip down my face as I continued to eat while not
letting my eyes leave those pools of acid on its face.
when I finished it raised its blood-free hand to wipe some of the blood off of my face
smearing it at the same time, I'm not sure why I did it but I stuck out my tongue to lick at
its fingers which tasted of blood mixed with a sweetness I had never tasted before,
when I did that the air vibrated from the purr that the figure released. I couldn't see it but
I knew it was smirking at me when I did that. When it then drew its hand away I was
somewhat disappointed but then saw it bring its hand to where a mouth should be and
saw a long spike-like tongue come out of the void that was its face and lick up the blood
on its hand while it kept its eyes on me.
“Delightfully entertaining” was all it said when it finished licking up the blood from its
hand, it then started to turn into a puddle of blood absorbing into the ground as if the
puddle of deep red was never there.
It was only after all of that, that I felt the taste in my mouth that I recognized immediately
but wanted to deny it completely because that would mean something impossible
happened last night and that the weird kink dream I had last night was so much more
then a dream. I decided to lie back down and think happy thoughts ignoring my
thoughts and the acid-green eyes burning a hole in my thoughts of what was happening
to me.