_{fingers   glide   down   a   slightly   wet   glass,   her   visage  ;  lost   in   a   dazed   complexion.   daddy   is   dead, mother   is   nowhere   to   be   seen.   (  not   that   she   wants   her   to   be  )  —————  so   friends   were   a must   for   the   tragedy  -  struck   damsel.   small   gatherings  /  limited   to   the   lakewood   six.   four?   five?  she   had   trouble   keeping   up.   but   thoughts   are   interrupted   as   optics   slide   to   the   boy   across   from   her.   teeth   slightly   gnawing   on   rose   petals,   her   mind   floods   with   wonders   of   just   how   he   feels   after   the   captivation   of   the   lakewood   slasher’s   accomplice.   a   slim   frame   leans   in,   brows   ascending.}

          _{❝  stavo,   i’m..   i’m   sorry  you   got   wrapped   into   all   of   this  —  all   of   the   lakewood   six’s   bs.  ❞}

—— MURDERCOMICS.