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Cecelia looked at the man. No. Not a man. Something else. Something evil. She could feel it. He was here for her. She knew that much already. She wasn't supposed to be alive. She was meant to die. Yet here she was, alive and well. Messing up the balance.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice soft. "Death?" She tilted her head. No. Death wasn't evil. She knew that much. "Are you the Devil?" Cecelia's accent coming out strong with the words.

"My daddy hurt me too." She frowned.

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"THERE'S NO BOOK CLUB !?"

independent j.eff s.adecki from y.ellowjackets. written by ash

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 independent, private, fandomless original character CECELIA CAMPBELL. A study in religious trauma, girlhood and teenage trauma. Heavily influenced by E.thel C.ain.

written & loved by ash

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thank you to that person on twitter for this post 🫴🏽

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you had always woken up so early

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am i making you feel sick?

જ⁀➴ ⋅ strangers ⋅ ethel cain

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& fuck this town, for ruining us

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Death didn’t hurt. Not really. What hurt was dying at the hands of her father, while her big brother held her down and prayed to a God she’d be raised to love and feel safe with. Dying was the easy part. Then things got dark and confusing.

She could feel someone coming. No. It wasn't safe. She wasn't sure if her brother and his friends were still around. Cecelia couldn't see. Everything was still black. She tried to run but she wasn't going anywhere. It was like she was stuck.

There was a voice. A scared, panicked voice. Then there was a light. Was this it? That bright light everyone always talked about in Church? She could see now. She tried to open her eyes. There was a blurred face. A girl, with blonde hair and beautiful eyes, eyes that had tears in them.

Cecelia took a deep breathe and her eyes popped open, life pushing itself back into her. She could feel her heart beating, pounding as it kickstarted itself. She reached up to the girl, her hand reaching to touch her face, leaving a blood stain.

"Are you....are you an angel?" Cecelia asked her voice shaking, tears filled her own eyes, as she remembered what had happened. She clung to the other girl.

⊹₊ ⋆ sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way . - accepting ! ☽

salem wasn't sure what exactly drew her to this spot, it wasn't somewhere she would ever willingly be. and if her parents were looking at her location now, they'd be worried. but something DEEP in her knew this is where she HAD to be; careful steps are taken over breaking branches, the only sounds around being the wind and her own steps. seeing the clearing ahead causes pause, breath catches in her throat as she watches the moonlight reflect off of a small farm house. logical thought screaming in her head to RUN to leave and forget all of this, but that doesn't stop her steps continuing ahead, she knew she had to get there.

her manicured nails resting against the old wood of the door look so out of place, just another sign she SHOULDN'T be here, as she pushes the door open, letting it creak loudly before peeking her head in sighing as it finds it empty. but with one step in she knew why she was there; in the darkness a figure is laid out on the floor, unmoving. "holy shit... " shaky words are breathed out and she's fumbling with her phone, the bright flashlight turning on making her flinch for a moment before looking again, hoping her eyes were just playing tricks.

in front of her laid a girl, couldn't be much older than her, naked with blood still wet surrounding her. " oh my god... oh my god, no.. " tears are instantly running down her cheeks and everything is dropped to the floor as she rushes to the girls side, clean hands now covered red as she presses on her chest, hoping to find a heartbeat. nothing. quick breaths suddenly become calm as she sits next to her, eyes closing as deep breaths are taken and salem's magic takes over. - this is why she was here. dust and dirt sweep around them as a breeze rushed though the house, and as if she already knew what to do, salem's red stained hands rest around the stab wound, breathing calmly before she's leaning in. her lips rest inches from the other's, salem's own tears dripping down on the girl's cheeks before she's blowing softly onto the other's. " come back, you're not ready.... "

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 independent, private, fandomless original character CECELIA CAMPBELL. A study in religious trauma, girlhood and teenage trauma. Heavily influenced by E.thel C.ain.

written & loved by ash

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I want to sit with the trees and play with animals whilst eating berries and wearing a long dress by a river in the middle of the woods 🐇 ♱ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ .

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independent j.eff s.adecki from y.ellowjackets. written by ash

sideblog to @soughtforgiveness

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if we forgive our fathers, what do we have left?

shameless // Desireé Dallagiacomo // Jamaica Kincaid // euphoria // jobless monday, mitski // Haddon Sandblom // ? // the end of the f world //Smoke Signals // Simone de Beauvoir, The Woman Destroyed

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good lord

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