| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
The porcelain was cold.
I hate it here
The faucet in the sink was dripping.
Who is this?
Drip, drop, drip.
You’re a good actress
The pages were being stained with drops.
We killed it
Drip, drip, drip.
Vanilla
The ink was smearing-
We lost our way
Wake up
The screaming.
Six dropped the journal in her lap, her breathing uneven. Another droplet landed on the paper, causing a slow explosion of water-petals, stretching outwards. Six rubbed her cheeks dry, sniffing pathetically before setting her head down on the edge of the bathtub.
She still didn’t remember.
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18.07.09.