I love the smell of coffee and shit mixed in turmoil and blunder
The walk was harrowing, she could feel the buzzing getting intense but she couldn't do anything but moan in pain, her leg burned, the infection was worsening. "fuckin' sadist," Luna heard, even with the muffs blocking her ears, the gag was making her drool, her jaw begged to be closed. Walking and walking, she had never felt the torment before, it buzzed and buzzed, swinging her brains out of her high sack, it was torturous, but it felt pleasureful, what is this?
"I need to get to Lily,"
"I need to break free,"
What seemed to be an hour turns out to be a quarter of a day, the sun's gold was nigh, she couldn't take it anymore, her feet couldn't stand it anymore, and fell they did, she just couldn't move anymore, her mouth bubbled, when she fell she had hoped for them to stop, but they didn't, they dragged her across the rough tarmac, she tried to shout, but the gag in her mouth stopped her when all actions she did became futile, she prayed, typical human behaviour, when all hope seemed lost, that's when they retreat back to god, but who knows, maybe god just fucking hates her guts. "For fuck's sake, Jesus help me!" she prayed, religion might not be her forte.
Somehow god heard her prayers, it stopped, the buzzing, the dragging stopped, the thing covering her eyes was lifted but the gag stayed on. She looked up, and she saw the same woman who ordered her torment, now with her own unforgiving looks she stared into the wench's soul, "Oh don't look at me like that, I figured you were a masochist," the wench said, "Alright, Paddy-head would you please walk our mutual friend here?"
"Wipe yer own arse before you go-'round sniffin' mind," the redhead, or Riley, replied as she walked over to the woman, rifle saddled on her left shoulder she looked down over to Luna before pulling her up back on her feet, she could tell that the redhead hates the woman, down to her core she knew they have their own personal dramas, and Luna is not short of dilemmas as of now, she wanted to run and find Lily, but they won't let her. As the woman walked away the redhead cuts lose the rope attached to Luna's neck, "Mind that lickarse, she's a langer,"
"I'm going to get you out of here," Riley said slowly, "I'm done with that Kaiser,"
Weeping in the darkness, feeling sorry for herself, "Oh Lily Loud, why are you such a coward back then? you could kill a dozen people with no remorse whatsoever, no mercy, and yet you still can't fucking help your own sister, what a fool," Lily said to herself, echoing, resonating, what is the right word for memories of failure playing again and again? hell, how did she even get here? how did I get here? what the fuck is here?
The darkness will always prevail am I right?
"I guess I'm stuck in my own mind now huh?" she asked herself, "am I dead?"
"Would that even make a difference?" her right hand replied, loneliness brings out the maniac in some, sometimes they lose their minds, sometimes they find it, sometimes they just leave it.
"Why are you talking to me, Mr Pitty?" Lily asked, she couldn't see that this is a lie, "Did Ms Ruthh told you to?"
"I'm just doing what's right," her right hand replied, the dapper tuxedo and top hat didn't bother her, did her brain passed out? Logic quitted his job, "but Missus G. told me that you should eat this pie," Mr Pitty said as a pie slid across the cold dark floor, smoking hot it was, it smelled sweet, "Bon Appetit,"
"Thank you, Mr Pitty," Lily replied as she stuffed her face with the freshly baked pie, it was sweet cranberry, it was soft, it was juicy, it was delicious, halfway through the pie she asked Mr Pitty who had his tuxedo covered in the pastry, "which Mrs G gave this scrumptious pie?"
After a short ominous look from his face, the shine from his monocle was gone, there was cranberry sauce on it, "There's cranberry on your monocle, lemme get it for you," Lily said as she wiped the sauce off.
"Missus Grimace," Mr Pitty said before jumping onto Lily's neck, choking her neck tightly, "The pie is not cranberry my dear, that was your sister, delicious ain't she?" he said before falling into a fit of psychopathic laughter, "the look on your face, I could feed on that for ages,"
Lily tried to hold the lunatic off, but he was just too strong, "Luna h-help," she gasped as the air left her lungs, "p-please," and once again, nothing, plain black darkness, not a light as far as the eye could see, no one for miles and music echoes through tiles, Mr Pitty was nowhere to be found, "I'm in hell,"
"I deserve this?" she wondered, what?
no? yes? no? yes? Am I a phantom stuck under an opera house? Am I a little rat stuck in the streets of France? I'm dead?
"Kid you're going to be okay," a voice echoed killing the devil's sonata, "everything's going to be fine, just hang in there,"
"Who are you?" Lily yelled as loud as she could, the grounds frowned and cracked, splitting into two bodies of land, one was due right and one was due left, she was on the left alone as the familiar unwelcoming shrieks blared through the darkness. She panicked, what is there to do? she cowered down, covering her body with her limbs, she could hear them all nearing her, she could see them climbing up the trenches that formed around her.
"Kid hold on," the voice echoed again, Lily looked up, left and right, nothing, only the screaming continued, "Go!" the voice resonated, bringing light into the far right corner, across the trench where the shriekers rest, light, a friend.
She was afraid, what could she possibly do? jump?
"Go, Lils," the voice she knew and love sounded, Luna, where are you?
"Luna,"
With the last bit of her strength, she ran, the final drop of courage, she opened her eyes wide, and with the strained love in her heart, she woke up. Above her was a white ceiling, she knew that place, it's the bookstore, what am I doing inside? what?
Getting up I saw him, a man, his arm wrapped in rags, he had a red trucker cap on his head, and on his neck was a tattoo in the shape of a ring snake of sorts. He had a bottle of water in his hands, he looked at me in the eyes, I could tell that he's like me, broken. "Hey," he said, I didn't want to answer.
"Kid, you got me worried sick," the man said as he offered the drink to the shaken little girl, "you were convulsing like shit,"
I don't want to answer him, I don't know if he's real or not.
"Where are your parents?" the man asked again, as he passed my revolver, "ain't your enemy,"
"I never knew them," I replied as I grabbed the revolver, with haste I checked the wheel, all four bullets are still there, I felt relaxed, or at least better than that nightmare.
"I'm sorry, you must be one tough gal to survive this shit all alone,"
"I'm not alone,"
I think it's going to be a trend where I purposely get high just to write this, thank you to that dude that called me the master of trippy shit.
Au Revoir
