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They try and find it in each other

Time

A wise, vileto circumstances Sometimes it’s slow But soers, your life is over before you had time to reflect on it

See, life is like an hourglass Sometimes you’re up, and sometimeswell, you’re down

And right now I’ Down

“My idea of fun is killing everyone”

I hear his in a whisper He loves whispering A whisper is much more powerful than a scream

“My idea of fun, is killing everyone”

I gasp No Shit God, no

“My idea of fun, is kill…Oh Prescott, darling, fancy bulish accent cuts through my ears Seb’s hands find the back of raffitied ith a thuo, knowing that now I need it more than ever

Warm blood snakes from my forehead into n of distress He twists my arms behind my back in one hand and shoves my head into the ith the other

Bang

“Here, Love, you look thirsty Might want to get another taste of your own blood After all, that’s the only thing you’ll be feasting on for the next few days, I suppose”

My head is s back from the is at his lips He grabs irly Nike—and tucks it under his arm The sleepy Oakland pave now that he is here next to me

Pointy nose, non-existent lips, delicate frame and pasty skin, wired with blue and purple veins He sways his hips when he walks, his fingers long and thin like a ballerina’s Likes: fla boys, preferably between the ages of thirteen to nineteen Dislikes: the law, sloppy attire And me

“Let rin spreading like a contagious disease “Crack-cocaine?”

“If I tell you, I’d have to kill you” I head-butt hi the sharp, white pain that’s dotting ”

Fisting my hair with a snarl, Seb jerksuess our sot a sense of humor, I see Lovely You’ll need it where you’ll be”

I spit blood on his suede shoes My head feels like it’s split in two, but I’d never let hi door of the van and shovesthe opposite door