xwithmywoes When ur walking down the street and this car pulls up and its seb. Dead ass pulls out his phone and sends a video of us to our bff Shim. / I can’t believe I was just walking and seb pulls over the car and rolls down the window for us to send a msg to Shim hahahahahaha / Shim is gonna send us the video seb took and I’ll upload it after / I can’t believe I’m friends with shim and therefore mutuals with seb / Seb was like “you have a msg for Shim the leader?” and we’re like “hey Shim it’s me and destinee, what’s up??” / and seb was like “Shim you have friends in Tulsa & I’m a little mad about it” and then he laughed and told us to be safe & that he loves us (x, x, x, x, x, x)
“So, what’s your quote-on-quote ‘theory’ again?” Dean asked,
leaning back in his chair.
The younger rolled his eyes, pulling the map of New York
closer to him, “If we can hit the warehouse on Sunday then we’ll be able to get
the jump on them before they know we’ve come into town.
“So what’s to say they’re crammed up in this wreck?”
I was watching them, they didn’t know of course. I wonder if
they could see… Would they ever help me?
Sam sighed, taking a bright red marker and dotting random
points on the map, “Let’s see… Blood Bank on 27th street, Tate
Langdon went missing here, James March found dead on 29th street,
and another blood truck raided here. On the same street” He circled the
warehouse in the center of the points.
“It worked before! Why the hell can’t it work again?!” I
cried, wrapping my arms around myself.
Dean nodded, “Alright… We’ll leave tomorrow then”
Undeniable mourning swelled in my chest as I looked at their
“I SAID LISTEN TO ME!!” I screamed with all my might.
The lights of the war room suddenly shut down, picking back
up a few seconds later, and flickering dangerously from there on.
Dean and Sam’s faces changed instantly. Their muscles
solidified and they eagerly grabbed the salt round guns and the container of
rock salt from their bags.
But even then… they still couldn’t
My face scrunched up in concentration, looking down at the empty
beer bottle that wouldn’t move an inch.
I released my grip, gasping for air. Come on… Was the
universe just particularly spiting me?
“Hey Sam… You know we did the right thing” Dean’s voice
caught me off guard, he must have come In without me noticing.
They looked terrible…
“But Bobby… What if he was right? What if we could have
found a way”
I had seen Bobby a few times before. He was their dead
mentor. I had contemplated showing myself to him but I guess the warding
prohibits ghosts to talk to each other too.
“Sam there was no other way. He was already dead. And that’s
what we do, we put down monsters-“
The hunter snapped up, “Bobby wasn’t a monster!”
“He was a ghost Sam! And we know what ghosts are! They’re
nothing but vengeful spirits. Echoes. Waiting to be put down. There’s no
instances of Casper The Friendly Ghost bullshit. They die. And they should stay
Dean’s words drove a dagger in my heart, twisting it into
the bloody, beating organ. Is that… how he would see me?
But what came next… Was even worse.
“Yeah… Yeah you’re right…” Sam muttered, downtroddenly
walking back to the couch, phasing through me.
Betrayal. That’s all I felt. Harsh betrayal that felt like I
was being burned alive.
But that was even sillier. There was nothing to betray.
Because he was right…
I was a monster… I was just
Being a ghost is not enjoyable. It is not fun. It is hell on
a whole different scale. It is human.
It is the epitome of empty loneliness, the grand chasm of
all that I fear. Being alone… Being unwanted and unloved. It is the definition
of being an outcast.
Because it does not matter how long you last, you will
always turn vengeful. Like I said, it’s human.
It doesn’t matter if you’re living or dead, we all want
someone to love, someone to hold, and we all want… to be wanted. And most
humans achieve that goal. They have friends, family, lovers. And those who don’t?
Who feel like there is truly no hope? Well, they kill themselves. And doom
their own souls to this barren wasteland of empty hope.
But the worst part was… You cannot cry.
And that’s where I was. Huddled on the corner of Sam’s
bedroom. Convulsing and whimpering like a fish out of water. I wanted the
moisture to return to my eyes. I wanted to feel the warmth of holding someone’s
I wanted… I wanted…
And I could never have.
It got to the point where I was bashing my head against the
floor, praying to any god who’d listen to not let the top of my head just pass
through the floor in a puff of smoke. The lack of tears is traded in for the
feeling of ice sweeping through my blood and freezing my insides, and of course
I couldn’t even shiver… My heart wants to cry and there’s nothing I could ever
do about it.
I was alone.
“How could a spirit even get in here?” I demanded, rushing
through the bunker in a haze.
“I don’t know! Warding should’ve blocked it!” Dean shouted
back from down the hall.
There it was again. The lights shifting on and off. I ran
through all the various rooms of the men of letters headquarters, unable to
find anything. Until I hesitantly ran into my own room.
Sitting there in the corner was a girl, around my age, who
looked almost… almost… the only word to describe her was fragile.
She was practically having a spas attack in the corner,
contorting her body in a strange and inhuman way. But I still couldn’t get over
how much pain she looked to be in, her H/C hair whipping back and forth in her jerking
“Please… Make it stop…”
I was about to ask her if she was okay but then I noticed
the feint outline of the wall behind her and knew she was the ghost we were
Gripping the iron poker in my and I marched over to her and
raised it above her head like an axe, right about to swing down and decapitate
But as I brought down the poker the girl brought her hands
above her face and cried out a feeble, “Please!”
The weapon halted itself in mid-air, pausing right as the
iron began to sear off her smoky skin.
“I’m sorry! I’m so, so
sorry!” She howled, holding her head in her hands and pulling herself to
the corner of the room.
Was this really… a ghost?
I heard heavy footsteps behind me and Dean stepped on my
side, staring at the girl on the floor.
“I-I’m… I’m sorry!”
Wow, I told you it was angst
(No you didn’t)
Okay the voices have informed me that I did not inform. I apologize.
[ x ] consumed alcohol (hated it) [ ] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex [ ] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex [ ] kissed someone of the same sex [ ] had sex [ x ] had someone in your room other than family [ x ] seen porn [ ] bought porn [ x ] tried drugs
[ x ] taken painkillers [ x ] taken someone else’s prescription medicine (when you suffer migraines you get desperate) [ x ] lied to your parents [ x ] lied to a friend [ x ] snuck out of the house (barracks) [ x ] done something illegal [ x ] felt hurt [ x ] hurt someone [ x ] wished someone to die [ x ] seen someone die
[ x ] missed curfew [ x ] stayed out all night [ x ] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself [ ] been to a therapist [ x ] received a ticket [ ] been to rehab [ ] dyed your hair [ x ] been in an accident [ x ] been to a club [ x ] been to a bar
[ ] been to a wild party [ x ] been to a Mardi Gras parade (good time for pick-pocketing) [ ] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night [ ] had a spring break in Florida [ ] sniffed anything [ x ] wore black nail polish [ x ] wore arm bands [ x ] wore t-shirts with band names [ x ] listened to rap
[ x ] dressed gothic [ ] dressed girly [ x ] dressed punk [ x ] dressed grunge [ x ] stole something [ ] been too drunk to remember anything [ x ] blacked out [ x ] fainted [ ] had a crush on a neighbor
[ ] had a crush on a friend [ x ] been to a concert [ ] dry-humped someone; been dry humped [ ] been called a slut [ x ] called someone a slut. [ x ] installed speakers in a car [ x ] broken a mirror [ x ] showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house [ ] brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush
[ ] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper [ x ] seen an R-rated movie [ x ] cruised the mall (scouting for heist) [ x ] skipped school [ ] had surgery [ x ] had an injury [ ] gone to court [ x ] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping [ x ] caught something on fire. (Himself, multiple times) [ x ] lied about your age
(He didn’t actually remember how old he was tbh)
[ x ] owned/rented an apartment/house [ x ] broke the law in the police’s presence [ ] made out with someone who had a GF/BF [ x ] got in trouble with the police [ x ] talked to a stranger [ ] hugged a stranger [ ] kissed a stranger [ x ] rode in the car with a stranger [ x ] been harassed [ x ] been verbally harassed
[ x ] met face-to-face with someone you met online [ x ] stayed online for 5+ hours straight [ x ] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight [ x ] watched TV for 5 hours straight [ x ] been to a fair [ x ] been called a bad influence [ ] drank and drove [ x ] prank-called someone [ x ] laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex [ x ] cheated on a test
GRAND TOTAL: 60
If you have 00-10 … write [I’m a goody-goody] If you have 11-20 … write [I’m still a goody-goody] If you have 21-30 … write [I’m average] If you have 31-40 … write [I’m a bad kid] If you have 41-50 … write [I’m a very bad influence] IF YOU HAVE 51-60 … WRITE [I’M A HORRIBLE PERSON] If you have 61-70 … write [I should be in jail] If you have 71-80 … write [I should be dead] If you have 81-90 … write [I got a ticket to Hell]
Lev had been set up on the corner for about nine hours at this point. His fingers are bleeding a little, his hands ache and all he wants is a cigarette. But he can’t stop playing now, cause its getting colder and colder as it gets darker out and he still doesn’t have the money for a motel room. Unfortunately though, the streets are all but dead, his music the only sound that can be heard besides the homeless coughing and mumbling. He sits his instrument down, taking a swig of water, his throat sore from singing all day. The musician lights up a smoke, and rests his head against the wall, hoping that he’ll have enough for tomorrow night as he begins to shiver small.
Why ain’t my teacher on a street sign? He’s done so much more than politicians, dead musicians You wanna help someone you gotta be a no one That’s what I figured out the cat in the street meant You gotta make up your mind Make up your mind