Status: Short chapters, short story.
Harlot
he wants to 'save' me
My brother came home to visit. He wants to ‘save’ me. I don’t need his fucking saving, your fucking saving, or her fucking saving.
Yeah, I’m trashy and vulgar, I know. Back off. It’s not like I don’t know what I do every day; it isn’t the work of the devil. I haven’t been magicked or cursed or possessed. Leave me alone, like Mom and Dad have learned to do.
I sat on the stairs, trying not to think about it too much, or I’d cry. I focused on the carpet of each step, pink and horrendous. The stain on the fourth step, my pale feet against it. The smell of cigarettes and cinnamon, the sound of the neighborhood kids outside and the washing machine.
Anything and everything except for the sound of my brother’s footsteps upstairs and the way he looked at me when he came down.
Yeah, I’m trashy and vulgar, I know. Back off. It’s not like I don’t know what I do every day; it isn’t the work of the devil. I haven’t been magicked or cursed or possessed. Leave me alone, like Mom and Dad have learned to do.
I sat on the stairs, trying not to think about it too much, or I’d cry. I focused on the carpet of each step, pink and horrendous. The stain on the fourth step, my pale feet against it. The smell of cigarettes and cinnamon, the sound of the neighborhood kids outside and the washing machine.
Anything and everything except for the sound of my brother’s footsteps upstairs and the way he looked at me when he came down.
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hmm.wretched, look at me, I've lost it.
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