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 Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:06 pm
Mimi shivered, the movement sending her entire backbone aquiver. Matthew's touch went right through her, chilling her bone marrow like an ice cube down the back of her shirt. Carefully pulling herself to her feet, trying to get as little blood on the white floor as possible, she stared down at the ground.
"Please... just don't touch me..."
She whispered, eyes staring. She needed to get away, to somewhere were there were no ghosts, no people, no... nothing.
Please, just let this be a dream!
She scrunched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 6:57 am
"I'm going to help you with your wound's and help you wash off my blood I'm going to have to. I hope you can forgive me for that.."
Matthew found a bathroom and waved his hand outside the door.
"In here Mimi, the water actully works to!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:01 am
Why the hell is he doing this?
Mimi couldn't help but wonder as she followed Matt's voice, eyes still squeezed tight.
I mean, I ki- k- sta-
There was a heated prickling that began behind her eyeballs, and she knew what it was.
I don't deserve this...
She scrubbed at her eyelids with her wrists, the crusting blood coming off in flakes, the wet clinging to her pale skin in stains.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:05 am
Mattthew rolled his eye's and brought her ot the bathroom.
He turned on the water so it was a tad bit warm.
He put her hand under the water, grabbing soap he handed it to her.
Waiting for her to either A: Yell at him to leave and she'd clean it up herself
or...B: She'd smile wich was rare and yank her hand out of the hot water..
There was a C: but it consisted aponent's from Aand B.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:51 am
"I thought I told you not to touch me..."
Mimi muttered quietly, shut and sightless eyes and mind telling her Matthew's touch was just a frozen breeze from a broken vent. Running her hands under the water, she couldn't help but remember that old child's horror story- Bloody Mary. Run your hands under the water in a certain bathroom at night, saying her name over and over... her blood would be on your hands, and then vice versa.
What am I doing? Am I trying to freak myself out?
Nonetheless, she still found herself muttering 'ghosts don't exist, don't exist, don't exist...' under her breath, though the mantra changed eerily to the name of that ghost... Her hands jerked back from the now-frigid water as the remaining hot water ran out, eyes snapping open. There was blood on the sink and still on her hands and on the sleeves of her button-down shirt, and she gasped, turning to stare at the mirror as the lights flickered. Her eyes, so normally full of cocky confidence, were wide and crazed, the blood she wiped there running under both eyes and over her nose like a messed face mask. She looked the part of an insane murderer, certainly. She buried her face into her wet hands.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 9:03 am
"Calm down love, I mean Mimi.." He whisperd as he let go of her, letting her wash her hands.
"Don't worry the bloody marry thing doesn't work...I've tried.."
He smiled reashuringly at her.
"Thanks Mimi, I'm glad you stabbed me, you gave me enough courage to kill myself..It wasn't you.. but thank you..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 1:14 am
((I am once again SORRY for not posting. If I forget to post again the I will leave.))
Brittany, who had passed out when she saw the blood, was now slowly awakening. "what the...?" she said to her self as she registered in her head where she was and what had happened. "Oh..." she whispered light-headed again. She slowly stood up and looked around.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 5:48 am
Matthew looked at Britany,
stuffing his hand in his pocket,
he leaned back on the balls of his feet and waved.
"Hi Britany.."
He smiled slightly,
it came out more of a smirk.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 6:44 am
"uhh, hi." she said back as she looked him over. "What happened?" she stuttered out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 7:23 am
"I stabbed Mimi.
She came back and stabbed me in the heart, she was to shallow though..
I pushed the blade furthur..
I can take you to go see my dead body if you don't believe me..
The pool of blood looks lovly to swim in.."
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 8:14 pm
"No thats ok. I believe you!" she said not looking forward to seeing any blood. ...wow wonder how long I was out...
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 5:44 am
"You wern't out as long as you think, it was morally the fact that we moved quickly.." He smiled, he enjoyed reading her thoughts, it was fun.
[[ick writers block]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:40 am
"Ok so now you can read my mind." ...great... She was still trying to except the fact that she was talking to a ghost.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:47 am
"Aw I'm sorry love, it kinda just happends." Matthew smiled and hugged Brittany. "AM I forgiven?" He asked her sarcasticly.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 1:05 pm
Once Matt phased through the walls and out of her sight, Mimi slumped against the bloodstained bathroom sink, pressing her forehead against the cool, cracked porcelain of the countertop, water dripping off her soaking hands. She was glad that he had left for that moment; she needed time alone, she wanted nothing to do with the ghosts of then. There was still blood under her fingernails, where it had dried to an icky brown colour, but she left it, scrubbing her hands against faded jeans.
I've gotta get out of here...
Yeah, she was seeing ghosts. Was anyone else? Had she suddenly become... what was it called, a mediator? She shook her head, blanching at how close her hair colour was to blood. When she originally dyed it, she didn't think of this...
Shoving the bathroom door open, the girl ran down the halls deeper into the asylum, trying to find a way out.
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