@deviilseyes - were around. That was exactly how she preferred it.
Dressed in her short ripped shorts and tank top, an open hoodie thrown over it to keep her warm in the cool autumn hair, her combat boots hit the ground as she approached the old house.
- Covered in your silhouette
Elated for your bitter end
Don't hide the shame from our lips
Glowing in amber, burn in sin
Against the wall, we fall from grace
The pain we love is taking shape
A burning lust to touch the flame
Over and over again -
Starter For @deviilseyes
@deviilseyes - macabre hole.
Parking her Jeep on the road, she hopped out and headed up the driveway, glad no one was around to stare her down. Anyone who may have been around probably saw her as some weird girl checking out the Myers house. They didn’t bother her if they -
- Covered in your silhouette
Elated for your bitter end
Don't hide the shame from our lips
Glowing in amber, burn in sin
Against the wall, we fall from grace
The pain we love is taking shape
A burning lust to touch the flame
Over and over again -
Starter For @deviilseyes
“If I can't let you go will darkness divide?
For the fiction of love is the truth of our lies
We were playing for keeps, but we both knew the cost
Now the only way out's in your heart-shaped box”
Starter for @ATasteForHate and @MorbidRebel
- toward her next destination. States away, far enough to never be tracked down by anyone left in her life who might care. A place with a reputation of its own, just a couple of days drive - Haddonfield, Illinois.
Just in time for Halloween.
- show the house lights flickering on, the porch lights, and then her mother’s silhouette in the doorway.
She would never see them again.
And not one part of her was sad about that.
Squealing tires as she flew out of the driveway and down the street, she headed -