how far we'll go { ctclrteaw vs hei hei }

Oh in a flash flood of cruelty
You washed the ground out from under me
And oh you were through with me
I was swept away

If I had known what I would become when I chose to come here, would I still have came?

The barbed wire wrapped around my baseball bat rakes across Cam's arm, the fire-haired girl. I watch as I draw blood, thick and oozing. Two days ago, maybe even yesterday, I would have felt something about it. Last night I lay in the darkness and I watched Adelaide hold a poison close to her and I wished for a flickering moment that she'd dump it into my water canteen. I know I'm not making it out of here alive, less than half damaged in the head.

Half of me is dead already, spilled out on the floor with Aline's blood.

I left myself there, alone.

The people around me are just like me anyway, two-faced and just as lost. We smile at each other in the night, lit up like jack-o-lanterns as if to ward off each other's evil. The only reason we've lasted this long is because we're killers. That thought would be more sobering if I hadn't known it all this time.

I can't help thinking that I must have wanted to be here.

Maybe the person that volunteered was the person I am now. Maybe I've always existed like this, quiet, sentimental, a cold-blooded killer.

I adjust my grip on the bat, too used to the way that the wood feels in my hands now. It's gone smooth from how hard I've gripped and any blisters that I've grown have long since smoothed over. I wonder what they think of me now back in nine, if they watch me and feel pride.

I grip Teddy's shoulder in answer, glad to see that despite everything, he's somehow still kicking. From the looks of it, kicking ass.

Forgetting Cam for a brief moment, I wander over to where Adelaide is, pulling the instax out of my backpack as I go. It smells like the dead bird that's still in there and I kind of want to vomit at the stench, but on top of it is the scent of blood and rotting flesh in the air. It's almost tame in comparison.

"Addy," I say. I tap her shoulder to get her attention and then hold the camera up over our heads, snapping a quick picture. I walk away, waving it a bit in my hand. I don't think it makes the image develop any faster but it feels right to wave it about. Ree lunges for Cam again and I slip the camera back into my bag.

Everyone around me is made of glass and I am a bull in a china shop.

The limit does not exist.

[Titus attacks Cam with spiked blunt]
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