Thursday, October 27, 2011

Amusing... heh.

Elisa, Elisa, Elisa.
What interesting taste you have in... bedfellows.
Hee.
You really do have slightly atrocious luck.
One's gone, one's your friend, and now you've been drugged  by dear... Nemo... Michael... Heh, does the name quite matter at this point?
Probably does, but I honestly couldn't care less at the moment.
I imagine you were completely sweet up to the last second before you swooned away in his arms.
Or did he let you fall on the floor?
I'm sort of hoping he did.
It would just be the topper on this.
It's funny, funny business.
You care and love, or claim to, even when you don't completely trust.
Or did you trust?
Oh, that would be delicious.
He used you, Elisa.
Played your emotions.
But then, you're used to unreturned emotions, aren't you?
You knew something, though.
You knew things were "wrong", and yet you just stood there and hugged him or something, didn't you?
Idiot.
They're going to pity you, of course.
A pathetic fool who got herself drugged for her troubles.
Worthless.
Alone, even with them around you.
Numb.


Mine, anyway.
Somehow.

9 comments:

  1. It wasn't...
    Lis. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

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  2. I'm sick of all these 'kick in the face' posts. Leave her alone.

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  3. It's good to see that some would defend us. Thanks.

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  4. To whoever left this message, my trench knives would like to have a word with you.

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  5. I...It's not worth getting riled over. I'm not. I'm fine.

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  6. Well that's a whole load of bullshit right there, mind not fucking with my friends? Yeah get the fuck away from them, bitch.

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  7. Oh, I'm positively quivering in my wheelchair.
    Ruffians!
    Save me, Elisa!
    Oh wait, you tried that already.
    Whoopsie.

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