"so close to pulling that trigger and letting the barrel do its work. stella, you've made me sob more than I did at your own funeral. stop haunting me. stop haunting me."
three days since the amber'd boy took the book, and now he hated biology.
those outwardly draped frogs killed kurt now. no need to dissect them. he tossed his scalpel out the door.
there was an "F" on his paper the very next day.
an omen?
"my sister binds books for a living."
kurt's palms were clammy as hell, they cracked when they stretched and gripped the cover.
the pages were renewed.
"I thought you were going to take it to the post office after."
no folds in the corners, not a single drop of destruction on the pages. she had really fixed it.
kurt smiled for the first time in three weeks.
"I'm not the one who found the book. I shouldn't be the one to return it."
there was a laugh then.
it crackled and echoed in-between four walls of a junior biology class.
some kids looked but the blond had no focus on other beady eyes today.
just his.
"well, I'll do it later."
a nod. a silent confirmation.
chris needed to be put to a permanent sleep anyway.
"good... now, where's your scalpel?"
YOU ARE READING
lake of fire , k. cobain
Fanfiction"people cry and people moan, look for a dry place to call their home. . ." • • • IN WHICH chris cambria's journals fall into the hands of kurt cobain after a day spent at the wishkah, leaving him to dissect the remains of a seemingly perished m...
