UM I know stories like this usually get snubbed completely but... whatever
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Chelsea put another cigarette between her cherry-glossed lips and drew it out of the carton. Nearing her last 10 now, she sighed moodily and lit it up to breathe in any fumes besides the constant petrol the torn air-craft spewed out. She dropped the ash into the white sand below her while tapping the beat to her favourite music and she became so engrossed into the tune, tearing and stretching out her soul like it did. It was torturous and ear-splitting but it was just another thing she found so addictively fun.
I want to…
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon the surface full of birds
The birds
The birds
She pushed her earplugs deeper into her aching ears and wondered, how much energy do you use to feel pain? Chelsea smiled a little to herself and gave it a try, taking her nearly burnt out cigarette and jamming it hard into her skin. She gasped and laughed dryly in response to the burning sensation forever staining her flesh. Her most heartfelt song came on and she whimpered when she saw only one sliver of the bar left on her ipod. So she shut her eyes, curled up in the sand and turned up the volume so she couldn't even hear their cries anymore.
You want me?
Well fucking come and find me, I've been waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches and nothing
Nothing
Nothing
"Chelsea," a voice interrupted her. She pretended she hadn't heard him and bit her lip. "Chelsea," the voice repeated more sternly but she continued to ignore it. Sayid wouldn't stand for it so he took the ipod into his hands and ripped the earplugs out of her ears.
"HEY! Give it back, Sayid!" she yelled, holding up her palm for her device to be returned but Sayid refused. Chelsea's eyes burned with uncontrollable rage and she jumped up to try to take it out of his very hands. "GIVE IT BACK, YOU FUCKING TERRORIST!" she screamed but Sayid held her back calmly as she swiped her long painted black nails at his face.
"You are being useless sitting around all day listening to music! Your help is needed with these people."
She stopped jumping into his face and settled down once she realised Sayid wasn't one to back down easily. "Fuck off! They don't need my help, what use would I be to them?"
"Obviously not very much," he said with distaste, "but we still need all the help we can get." He cast her one last glare of dislike and she returned that with a cringe followed by flicking him off with the finger. Sayid left with her ipod before he would lose his temper and do something he would regret.
"OI! Give me back my fucking ipod!" She started running after him, her pink and brown dreadlocks whacking against her slender back. "You're wasting its fucking battery," she spat, taking Sayid's shoulder forcefully and spinning him around to face her. Sayid could hold the perfect grudge and not even have a trace of anger inside his voice but Chelsea couldn't even hold her overactive emotions inside for 3 seconds.
"So turn the device off," he said patronisingly, stuffing the ipod back to her.
"It doesn't make a difference; the battery still runs itself out whether it's on or not. Wouldn't it make more sense to use it all up now rather than having it wasting away in silence?" Sayid turned around and rolled his eyes walking back to the camp again. Drama queen, he thought and disappeared down the beach.
There was something about that man that she just couldn't stand, something that really got under her skin that she couldn't explain. Chelsea's arms shook in rage as it boiled her blood inside and she felt helpless more than ever. Suddenly the reality of being stranded on a deserted island with no help ever coming hit her hard again. She lifted a hand to her pale cheek and found hot tears were running down it. She didn't even know she was crying through the absolute hate and she brought out her compact mirror. Chelsea came to hysterics even more so when she saw the monster staring back at her, ugly eyeliner stains down her face and her eyes weren't burning anymore, they were just glazed and dead.
You want me?
Well come on and break the door down, you want me?
Fucking come on and break the door down, I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
She put in one earplug and switched on her ipod again, desperately hoping to get through the last minute of her best song. But it didn't even make 10 seconds before the empty battery sign flashed and the music abruptly stopped. What happens when the power's run out…? Within the next few minutes, the ipod was smashed and torn apart, eventually thrown into the ocean over her screams.
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So yeah. lol