✦✫· . ❛ can we hug this out

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❝ i know . . it’s shitty . but , it’s not your fault ,
okay . . ?? don’t blame yourself . that won’t
make anything better .  ❞ she says , her voice
a bit softer than normal . seki felt bad . it made
her sick to her stomach that someone as great
as her friend had to go through something as
horrible as this . 

                      when your little sisters are probably dead because of you    ––––    

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                      it’s hard not to blame yourself. i’ve been dealing with the guilt for a year. i’ll get over it eventually. i’m sorry, i’m just    ––––    i’m just ranting, i guess.    

✦✫· . ❛ what the fuck

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it still hurts , yes , but seki has learned to overcome
the grief . at least , she hopes . “ uhm . car accident .
he was driving home , and a drunk driver hit him head
on . “ a meek smile . “ it get’s easier , though . it’s
really rough for the first few years , especially if you
were close with your sisters ‘ . “

                                       i don’t know what’s worse, man.    

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                                       the fact that they could be dead, or that they could be alive and scared and thinking we stopped looking for them, that we don’t care anymore. i should’ve.. i don’t know. saved them.       can you tell he’s really beating himself up about this    ?    if he hadn’t been drinking. if they hadn’t had the party. if mike wasn’t such a    ––––    ugh, he’s thinking too much.

✦✫· . ❛ HIPSTER TRASH !

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she snickers , reaching her arm out towards
him . join her . ❝ shall we ?? 

                 in an instant, he’s locking his arm with hers, a wicked grin making it’s way across his face.

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                                                       we shall. lead the way.    

✦✫· . ❛ SEKI.

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she pauses for a moment , not even sure
what to think of the words that came out of
his mouth . seki can’t even imagine what
she would do if she lost her brother in a
way like that .  ❝ . . i’m so sorry . ❞ her voice
is soft for once , eyes moving to study his
facial expression . is she supposed to hug
him now . .?? ❝ i ,uhm . know how it feels .
i lost my brother a few years back . it haunts
you for a while .❞

                                   his head snaps up, and now he’s gazing at her with slightly wide, calculating eyes. interesting. josh hadn’t even known that she had a brother. he chews down lightly on his bottom lip, trying to think of the right words to say. what a messy pair the two of them make.

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                                       ––––    can i ask what happened to him    ?    

✦✫· . ❛ IRL BRENDON URIE THO ???

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“ yeah , i’m sure . “ seki grins , lifting a hand
to motion behind her . “ i think there may be
one of those hipster cafe’s downtown ?? “

                                           why am i not surprised    ?    

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                                       hipster bullshit cafe it is. prepare for ridiculously overpriced drinks with equally ridiculous  names to go with them    !    ❜    he’s bitter, okay, just like the coffee he’s about to drink.

✦✫· . ❛ FAVE MEME.

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“ your sisters ?? “

seki pauses , trying to recall any time that he had
spoken of his family members . but , sadly , there
was nothing . “ i . . don’t believe so ?? what’s up ?? “ 
did something happen to them ??

                                   this is when his hands start to tremble. his head is cast down, so he can easily avoid seki’s gaze. but it doesn’t keep his lips from wobbling, his eyes from stinging. it’s all your fault uou wanted them to die it’s all your fault YOU WANTED THEM TO DIE.

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                                  uh, yeah. my younger sisters. hannah and beth.        a pause. a breath. he attempts to gather himself in a presentable manner.        they went missing almost a year ago.    

✦✫· . ❛ @hiraethc.

                                       you know, that’s not how you hold a dagger.    

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                               one wrong move, and boom, you’re slicing your finger off.    

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💔 RIGH T BACK ATCHA

bitch angst me up. // always accepting.

                                  number forty-one. my muse shows up on your muse’s doorstep after several months of being missing, with no memory of the past few years.

                                   his memory is.. hazy, at best. there’s gaps where the should be memory. and he doesn’t know why he’s outside of this girl’s house, at three in the morning, but here he is. he doesn’t even know what sort of impulse made him come here, of all places. but it was calling to him. it was familiar. home    ?    this couldn’t be his home. shit, he was so confused.

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                                when the door opens, he has no idea what to say. so, he sorta just. stumbles his way through a sentence or two.        uhm. hi    ?    i, uh. don’t really know why i’m here. this place kinda just. seems familiar to me, i guess    ?   my.. my name is josh. uhm, josh washington    ––––    oh god this is not going well for me, is it.    

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❝ i am not a midget! i’m 5′0 for godness sake! ❞

actually me irl. // always accepting.

                         a snort. he can’t help it, okay. he’s practically towering over her.

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                                        whatever helps you sleep at night, dude.    

@hiraethc.

                                       ––––    have i ever told you about my sisters    ?    

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                      truth be told, it’s not a conversation he wants to have. not at the moment, but it’s been nagging at him for some time now. he needed to talk to someone about it    ––––    someone who wasn’t one of his so called friends, someone who wasn’t his psychiatrist. he needed someone with a fresh perspective to say, hey, what happened to them wasn’t your fault.

your game has gone terribly wrong.

don't be too hard on joshua. he's been through – he's been through so much. but you know that already. don't you?

you're crying out for help.

independent joshua "josh" washington from until dawn. established january 19th, 2017. written by rowie.

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consistent blood, gore, cannibalism, mental illness, murder, and other not safe for work triggers WILL BE PRESENT.