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witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
facultwist) wrote in witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
sinking down, down
Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
no subject
We all have things we believe to get us through the day. Probably best we stop lying to ourselves, huh?
cw ableism and a fake student teacher relationship and stalking
by which we mean very shallowHe never answered her calls, texts, dms, or friend requests, not under her own identity at least. He’d been at pride last summer. But that made sense! He was such a good guy, so kind, of course he was an ally—- but no? He wasn’t so good and kind. He’d led her on. He let her think he loved her, that someone, anyone could love her, just like Lottie had made her think that she could have friends, a community, when no one ever really had cared—- no one except—- and now she was alone, and everyone was looking at her with that same look——]
Fine! My mushrooms were in the soup! So what?! They weren't meant for you!