Bloodbath Simulation [70.25√(-1)th "Games"]
Jun 28, 2015 12:30:20 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Jun 28, 2015 12:30:20 GMT -5
She is screaming like she's already been stabbed, instead of merely being moments from it. The countdown has begun, twenty-four children playing the most fucked up game of Ring Around the Rosie in the history of the world, and Calliope Bloom is tearing her own lungs apart before the gong has the chance to tell someone else to do it for her. In this moment she thinks she can self-immolate. The world might just end with her and then all of this can be over.
For years now, she's been ready for this to be over.
Her mother died and her father abandoned her exactly when he was the only person that she had left to love and her favorite brother was murdered while her useless one lives and lives and fucking lives, only to blow his own brain out with morphling and crash comatose, turning Calliope into the ironic meth cook god of junkies and drug lord greed and while she was too busy cooking chemicals to pay attention to anything else, her best friend was killed too quickly for her to even realize she loved her and, oh god, she misses her and she misses her and she misses her more every day, because the love keeps growing with the loss of her and there was a ghost from her past who liked to tease her that he could stand in the middle of her emptiness and fill it just a little, even if it was only with more emptiness, because at least the space between his arms could have been a kind of negative space to cancel out the rest and —
She's screaming like a slaughter animal and that's not a coincidence. She's screaming because she's ready for the spike to finish skewering her heart, quick and deadly instead of this slow push of suffering. What she'll do, she doesn't know, not when the only thing left to fight for is herself. That doesn't feel like enough.
[Calliope Bloom enters the Bloodbath]
