He's probably jerking it right now. [ She means for her hand to gesture toward the forest, to wherever Ghost Face is, snapping shots of her dying at the Trapper's feet. If he is out there, maybe he'll taunt her with them later. It always feels fucked. Looking at a picture of herself, guts steaming. But her hand doesn't raise this time, just twitches where it lays. The panic rises. ]
P-power fantasy. [ Or something like it. Maybe he just finds her pathetic. Likes watching her bleed out without lifting a finger. She doesn't feel pathetic, she knows in that space her soul resided that she's iron, that she's— she's— maybe she is pathetic. She doesn't actually want to die.
She feels cold even though her guts had felt so hot. She sucks in an awful breath. It's a rattle, it's close to a cry. She's so close to the edge, that moment of nothing; it's frightening to watch it coming. To realize, she doesn't know if she wants to see the campfire. If she wants nothing, nothing ever again. To really, really be dead. She blurts out in a shaky breath to a serial killer: ] I don't k-know if I want to come back.
sorry for disappearing! she'll be dead soon...
P-power fantasy. [ Or something like it. Maybe he just finds her pathetic. Likes watching her bleed out without lifting a finger. She doesn't feel pathetic, she knows in that space her soul resided that she's iron, that she's— she's— maybe she is pathetic. She doesn't actually want to die.
She feels cold even though her guts had felt so hot. She sucks in an awful breath. It's a rattle, it's close to a cry. She's so close to the edge, that moment of nothing; it's frightening to watch it coming. To realize, she doesn't know if she wants to see the campfire. If she wants nothing, nothing ever again. To really, really be dead. She blurts out in a shaky breath to a serial killer: ] I don't k-know if I want to come back.