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ON GOING
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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The bar flashes and surges with bright, colourful lights, music blasting in my ears. Loris pats my shoulder happily as we share a freshly poured drink together. Through all the hustle, bustle and just general noise of the bar, I can't hear a word he's saying but I smile and cheers him anyway. I swear I can see Brandy in the corner of my eye, dancing happily as she would've... or would she have sat and drank peacefully? It's been too long. But every time I swear I see her, when I actually look she's never there. I'd love to go out and find her but the anger and hate swirls through along side her in my mind. Of how I was left, why I was left. By someone I thought we could trust. I just need to calm down... then I'll find her.
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Every fight I win gets more and more pointless. I'm not changing. Not even one millimeter. I just keep getting angrier and angrier even when I want to stay calm. Each time I drink at the bar I drink more and more until I can't feel at all. I drown myself in it to try and forget. To forget the hate in Caitlyn's eyes. To forget how scared Brandy looked before we were separated. But everywhere I look I see them. Caitlyn screaming at me and Brandy screaming at her, defending me. I can never hear what they're saying, if they're saying anything at all. Even curled up in bed, I feel the bed dip behind me, her breathe tickling my neck and the texture of her locks brushing my shoulders. Every time I look at her she disappears. Like I can never truely see her. Just in the corner of my eye.
No matter how many times Loris tries to help I push him away. As if that's going to help me. It doesn't. And now I'm down another friend. I'm at the brink of destruction. I can feel my blood boiling beneath my skin and it makes me scream. Screaming when fighting, screaming when at the bar, screaming at my reflection. I can't even stand how I look. Inky black staining everything I am. It's on my clothes, my face, my hair. I'm so delirious. I can't think straight for more than 2 seconds, I can't even stay sober for more than a few hours. I have to be black out, every night. It's relentless. My fights have become sloppy, I never win anymore. I have to change. But I can't.
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Brandy's POV~
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