pyrckinesis-blog: “I don’t believe in God. But I do believe in evil. I’ve seen it up-close and personal.”
SHE UNDERSTOOD it well, somehow, it was as if the words had come from her thick breath. it was LOVE, even if she loathed to be in it, she felt her body press to valerie’s. she ( understood ) like NO ONE ever did.
The house is in sight, and she runs FASTER, if that was even possible, racking her mind to figure out WHICH SIDE of the house the bathroom was, she’d been there plenty of times in the past week, but only once, when it was only them, was she able to explore.
[ TEXT; Evie ] I’m almost there
She takes her chances and dashes for the right side of the house, RELIEVED at the sight of the open window, she’s sure the neighbors have a clear view of her scaling the wall to get to the window, they might call the police, but it didn’t matter to her. EVELYN MATTERED.
[ TEXT; Evie ] I’m inside. Hang in there.
HER BACK hit the linoleum of the wall tile with VIGOR. fear was like a poison to her, slowly dripping through her veins. it was powerlessness, a feeling that near sickened her to DEATH. she hated it, she hated herself. her eyelids fluttered. WEAK ——————– she was weak. she let her phone fall to the floor, glancing to see the shattered screen. valerie could forget what they’d had. it would be better that way.
She is out the door before the second text arrives, sneaker clad feet pounding the pavement below her. She takes out her phone, careful to keep herself steady and on a straight path while she types our her reply. The DREAD she feels when she receives the next text is so great she is sure she has never been so afraid before, she can feel fire boiling up beneath her skin and it takes ALL of her control to keep herself from bursting.
[ TEXT; Evie ]; Where are you?! Where is he?
[ TEXT; Evie ]; Is your window still open?
HER HEARTBEAT is wild &untamed, the magic that has lain behind her BURNING fingertips erupting throughout the room, but the glint of her father’s cross shines in her eyes and her courage withers. she had ( always ) know she came last, behind her sister, her dead mother, her fuck-up brother, and of course god the almighty. &truth be told, weeks ago, she’d have WELCOMED death with open arms, awaiting the end of a life of torture, hiding, pain. but now she wanted her life, she wanted it ( so much ). and she wanted valerie. but it could’ve simply been too late.
( message ;; valerie ): second floor bathroom. valerie I ( message ;; valerie ): I can’t get wet
she hadn’t been living in the complex for very long. maybe she wasn’t accustomed to the unspoken laws of disturbing neighboring apartments, but she wasn’t about to sit in the dark of a partially unpacked living room reading by the light of her SMARTPHONE, that was for sure. astrid isn’t sure she’s ever even seen the girl from across the hall until now.
❛ anything you’ve got is great, really. i’m not picky.❜
SHE LEFT the stranger at the door to look, not caring much that ETIQUETTE would dictate she invite the other woman in. etiquette didn’t concern her. she wasn’t afraid to be ( brash ), to ward people off simply with her odd silence. she didn’t give a DAMN if it was the opposite of what her father had taught. it made it all the better.
THE THUNDER rocked the building again, but it only seemed to SOOTHE her electric blood. her hair fell loosely in her face as she dug through piles of boxes she’d never ONCE unpacked, dust floating through the windowpanes illuminated by orange streetlights. when she returned to the door she held a dust-coated, rusty lamp. something of her father’s she was certain. something she didn’t ( want ).
‘ —————— ALL I HAVEis an oil lamp. but it’ll need, well, oil. I’m afraid it’s no good without it. ‘
( message ;; VALERIE ):something’s happened - you have to come quickly I don’ t hav e m uch time
SHE DIDN’T want to admit her fear, but the flames had come, and her father’s eyes were upon her as if she were the DEVIL himself in the flesh and blood of earth. she had never been afraid of him before, but the silver of his knife glinted over her skin, she could almost TASTE death. the phone shook in her palms.
( message ;; VALERIE ):please, valerie, I’m scared. I’m not gonna make it ou t of th is. n ot this ti me.
ofgoo-blog: ❛ things aren’t always what they seem. ❜
SHE FEELS her pulse rising, but she calms it with skill. she was so EASILY worried, now, always watching over her shoulder. as if perhaps they could see ( through ) her. her words are chosen with care. no matter what she feels of the woman, she could trust NO ONE.
‘ ———————- I SUPPOSEnot. is there any reason for bringing it up though? ‘
THERE WAS. of course there was. that’s what made her skin shiver.
the power’s gone out. it shouldn’t have really mattered, but the darkness to the cloudless sky has thrust the pair into a state of ETHEREAL NIGHT.
❛ you don’t have any candles, do you ?❜
NO ONEhad knocked on her door in YEARS. though she scarcely left the apartment anymore, she heard the rumors that circulated on the breeze. it had never bothered her though, at least it kept the vultures away, and the secrets inside. still, it was ( puzzling ) that some new girl had the COURAGE to approach her door.
‘ ————————————–LET MEcheck. I’m used to the dark so they’ll be old and mostly unused if I can find them. ‘
“Oh goodness no that’s not what I meant at all!” She’s floundering about as she tries to make amends, “I just—I’ve never been far from the shore for long; it’s just hard to imagine someone’s never even seen it.”
‘ I’VE SEENit from afar ——————— a comfortable distance, you could say. ‘
SHE CHOOSES words & inflections wisely, avoiding the TRUTH of her aversion. she’s not overly worried with the girl’s worried nature, but she couldn’t be too cautious, not with the stakes.