End of the BridgeAm I dead? The question echoes around my aching head.End of the Bridge by *ChristaSea
Am I dead? Am I dead? Am I dead?
But no. I can’t be dead. I still feel the shadows all around me, stinging my skin, trying to kill me. If I can still feel this pain, then they haven’t succeeded. My demons have not murdered me just yet.
Unless I am dead, and in hell.
A particularly painful nudge from the shadows makes me wince, water trailing down my cheeks. Definitely alive. I look downwards, ready to tear at my heart to try to stop it…
And for the first time, I can see it, the black smoke on my chest, biting and scratching at me.
My scream is stuck in my throat, a
That FeelingIt's the strangest feeling.That Feeling by *ChristaSea
sadmadbadhurtstop all in one
I want to dream (iwanttosleepforever) No one can wake me up and ruin my peace
I want to
And maybe it will
But even though I'm dying while I'm awake
Some part of me is able to know
(i'm just having another fucking episode)
Or so they tell me
SanctuaryFirst, eyeliner, and lots of it.Sanctuary by *ChristaSea
Then, of course, fake eyelashes.
I finish my face with crimson lipstick.
And I can’t forget the wig, blonde and curled to perfection.
I slip on a dress, caressing the soft fabric. A silver purse and matching stilettos find their way into my hands before I sneak out the window. As soon as the straps of the shoes are around my ankles, I take off; ready to dance and flirt with the boys.
That is, until the sun rises.
It tears me apart to have to wipe away my beauty as I prepare for school, but I know that cleaning my face is just a prelude to the torture that awaits me in that hellhole.
Light Bulb MomentJudy Arzez was dead. Not only that, but she was incredibly pleased to find that there was indeed a way to remain in the world of the living once passing through. Sure, you could call it haunting; but Judy just thought of it as observing and remembering.Light Bulb Moment by *ChristaSea
Right now, she was watching men search her apartment. They didn’t know what they were looking for precisely; all they knew was what had been written by Judy in her final moments in her will.
There is an item hidden in my apartment. It is worth a substantial sum,
a couple hundred thousand dollars at least. I leave it to whoever can find it first.
Judy always had been a bit of a trickst