when gustavo arrived in lakewood with his father, he was ALL ALONE . not many people found him exactly approachable. and back in phoenix , most avoided him due to the fact that he was a walking reminder that kyle was shot in the face and that he may have been responsible, accident or not . but they didn’t know that he was simply trying to keep his memory alive in his mind: through his art. nobody quite understood his unconventional way of dealing with the realities of life , so he didn’t try to explain. to have a group of people willing to be his friend on some level was more than enough . the reputation and aura ofpure tragedy and betrayal that surrounded brooke and her friends did not scare him like it might have scared others . and all previous fascination with it aside, it was obvious that each of them were much more than a ranking .
❛ you don’t have to apologize . i sorta asked for it in a way , didn’t i ? got myself involved , started my graphic novel , never went away when you asked me to . ❜
& though she was one of those very people / just before murderville’s reign of terror continued — there’s guilt felt, for she knows classmates are correct. ( everyone who comes around you dies. ) the boy has seen her bare ; she allowed the woes of boyfriend trauma & fatherissues come into play within his very presence —— he deserved a barrel of respect, a bona fide acceptance.
she holds a heavy heart ; growing within her from the very first act of bloodshed. all that carnage, all those victims ripped from their youth —— it’s left an evermore amount of crimson on her hands. & for that, she holds a sense of concern. the horrors of a cutthroat’s blade, whether you’re held beneath it or surrounded by anecdotes of it, ———— it can hold a grasp on your psyche. their innocence has been ripped from under them // gloom building a house within.
there’s a sigh, a tightening of petals following when her own thoughts have killed the night. ❝ I guess. it can just be — well, it’s scary, you know? almost being killed from some psycho in a mask, it can mess with your head. ❞ & it certainly has, fingers lingering above her scars.
❝ emma, —— there are no words, ❞ soft tones fall from ruby petals, those of which rest in a slight frown. she can’t help it ; allowing sorrow to make itself at home, it’s their accustomed lifestyle by now. & despite act ii of a hunter’s blade having been put to rest / it’s always the following ache of mangled hearts that is truly harrowing.
❝ i’m just glad you’re okay. that we’re okay. ❞ & though her sentence speaks truth, it leaks agony — for the very fact that this wasn’t the first time they’ve had this conversation.
WHEN WILL THEY LEAVE HER ALONE? it’s a question she continuously asks herself, as if she wasn’t the one actively seekingout the drama. she couldn’t help it; she DESPISED the lakewood six & all their unnecessary attention. she didn’t even have a real reason to hate them so much; yet the hatred only kept GROWING.
❛ GOOD PLAN, brooke-y. staying close to this bunch will only get you KILLED, right? she had it coming. ❜
————— & SHOULD THEY ? she’s no longer one to delve into the chaos // past mannerisms of fiendish doings had been stripped from her persona. though she’s convinced haley thrives on it.
there’s detest in her heart / fuel in her bones. it could grow fires with one remark, if she made an attempt. & when it came to the lakewood six — she found it strenuous to hold back any anger she might have towards any haters that crossed their path. this was her family, & though they may be damaged — they are iron, for they stick by each other’s side.
❝ okay, a. try not calling me that. and b. —— you’re messing with the wrong group, haley. it’s people like you that push survivors over the edge. ❞ ( don’t push emma anymore, i’m convinced she’s barely holding on. )
SHE ROTS of scorned auth / wretched ichor flows through slightly vile veins. she comes off ( as vapid, ) resting under a cloud of nina patterson’s brutality. though one may ponder ———— are her mannerisms introduced genuinely ? perhaps a facade shielding a boiling loathe.
❝ riles —— i’m serious! i’m literally considering not inviting nina this weekend. if she throws up in my room one more time, i’ll kill her. ❞
huffs of irritation descend from ruby lips ; though it lingers in her aura. the girl opposite her frame comes of as idiotic, obnoxious in her manner. squinted optics glare towards her domain. ( what’s a peasant to a god ? )
❝ ————— stay. away. haley ; attacking emma like that ? what is wrong with you ? ❞