Vialence
by StarWolf
12/20/2004
Title: Vialence
Author: StarWolf (elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Silent Hill
Rating: R
Genre: Angst?
Pairing: Slight Kaufmann/Lisa
Warnings: Het, drug use, sick...stuff.
Distribution: No. Don't touch it, bastards.
Disclaimer: Konami's.
Dedication: To Xel. I heart you much.
Summary: Drops of silence.
Author's Notes: Uh.
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In the morning she brings his coffee; it's not her job, but it's always the way he wants it. Caffeine, black, just shy of scalding. She never looks him in the eyes. Maybe it's because he knows her secrets, maybe it's because he's using her
---blackmail isn't alleviated by painkillers nor flattery
or maybe it's because she:
just
won't
speak.
.:hermouthopensbutnothingworthlisteningtoevercomesout:.
At quarter past two she's changing the bandages again. Lifeless youth; her duty, her responsibility, but not her fault. She puts on lipgloss (she's running out she doesn't have enough money to buy more she needs needs needs it but not the makeup it's the) and wishes she had something to soothe the charcoal that was once flesh.
Weeks and days drift by and nothing changes but her attitude. Quiet and accepting and then indifferent and now angry and bitter and addicted and sick
blood pours out of her but not just yet; right now it's words, spitfire and viciousness and she's quitting she's tired she's craving
herhairisonfirebutinsideshe'salreadymadeofembers
This evening she meets his gaze and slaps him and stomps away, but high heels don't make the same threatening noise on the too-slick floor that his shoes do. Grabbing her arm upsets her more and she screams and screams and screams and screams and now (not tomorrow) she'll do something drastic.
/the r(e)(u)st will come later
He'd always thought her fragile until the day she broke.