A/N: So this is my first sort of, graphic ff - I'm not sure If I like it but will leave it there, or if I love it and want to carry on with it. I wrote this straight after getting home from seeing this in the pictures, so it's a little messy and not very well put together - But Needy IS in a mental hospital at this point (In my head) So i'll just have some artistic liscence please. :) Reviews are MUCH APPRECIATED 3
SCREAMING
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She hates the fact that it's Jennifer's face in her mind as her hand slides steadily down.
Hates the way she pictures Jennifer's fingers instead of her own sliding and slipping.
It's wrong. It's wrong and she knows it.
But she wont stop the circling.
Wont stop the whispered chant of "Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer" that seems to be the only thing holding her body together and stopping the explosion - while pushing it along at the same time.
She wants it to be Jennifer's wetness under her dextirous fingertips. And she wants it so bad, So-bad-sobad. feels dirty after she's come down from the high. She always does. She promises herself each time that it won't happen again - that next time she'll see some faceless male model with some huge prodding member or maybe even Chip.
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She never does.
It's always her.
And the sickest thing?
Jennifer in her head always has the blood in her mouth.
And Jennifer in her head is always smiling.
The blood read smile that she shouldn't want to taste.
But she does each night in her dreams.
And each morning she wakes up with that tangy, metal taste in her mouth that is so unmistakable.
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She hates the fact that it's not Jennifer's face in her mind as her hand slides steadily down.
Because that thing isn't Jennifer.
And thats what makes her scream.