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AN's: Wierd spacing and punctuation is intentional. My first ff! Enjoy!
Little Bee
How can you help me If you're bleeding on the ground Riving, thrashing, and moaning out loud?
Please, it doesn't have to be this way. Just – —GASP—
Here, let my help you With that knife —RIP—
—SCREAM—
Ooh, shiny.
Please, don't.
Don't do this…
Why not?
When it's this much fun I just can't help myself.
What —WHEEZE— happened to you?
How did you become this?
Don't remember?
You were there for the whole show.
What's the problem?
You made me this way.
Yeah, you,
All by your lone, lone, lonesome
Alan Finch was—
—SMACK— You don't get to say That name.
What did you weight the body with?
Bricks, pipes—
—SMACK— —CRUNCH— —Pause— —SMILE— Chunk of concrete Around the ankle All black and blue And purple-red
Did he sink fast of slow?
—POP— —CRUNCH—
—SCREAM— —YELL— Do you see his face when you dream?
Eyes flaming,
Silent-lips moving?
—SIZZLE—
—YELL—
That was always The problem with Bees. Buzz buzz. Sting sting. Then they're gone. But not you,
Persevering Little Bee
You know what they say:
Play with fire, you'll eventually get burned.
Funny you should Say that —SIZZLE— —TWIST—
—SCREAM— Did you dream in that coma–
Thanks for that. By the way.
Or were you awake to hear the happenings?
Dreams of fire And hell Swirling around Behind my empty eyes
How fitting.
—SLICE—
—WINCE— Glad to see it did you some good.
—SMILE— —GRIN— I had an epiphany,
You know.
Enough torture,
And then you're The One With The Knife
You tortured yourself in your own private Hell.
—LAUGHTER—
Hell wasn't so Bad.
A little hot,
But not all bad.
Coma was a Nice little rest For weary limbs And other bits
—Pause—
Life's a bitch,
Little Bee.
Buzz buzz. Sting sting. Just sting and Die.
Sting and Die.
—Pause— But I'm not dead.
—YELL— —SCREAM— —CRY—
I can fix that.
Little Bee.