(Untitled)

[faithlesslayer]

I hate feeling like this. All wicked restless and mostly pissed off. I'm already mad at myself for bringing Wes to the hospital. I should have just let him bleed to death in the park. It would make my life way fucking easier anyways, at least then I wouldn't have those annoying dreams. And all these things that I think I'm feelin only proves that I

Comments

[scarlet_letter]

After the talk and things with Oz, I got up and dressed as trashed out as I could manage with all my cuts and walked out into the streets, wandering aimlessly towards the main drag of bars.

I could feel Faith around and that bothered me a bit, I wished that she'd just... Go on, away, from here at least. I'd grown to consider this my territory, and my fucks. But who cares, really, right?

[faithlesslayer]

Walking towards the cemetary I felt V on the way. It was wierd how sometimes I just knew she was around.
"I know you're there. You can stop hiding from me." I said, stopping in my tracks.
I couldn't see her, but there was no doubt in my mind she was there.

[scarlet_letter]

Out into the dull orange streetlight I stepped, hand wrapped instinctivly around my bare stomach. "What makes you think I was hiding?"

[faithlesslayer]

I shrugged and gave her an even stare.
"Isn't that what you were doing?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
Stop worrying about that thing with Hope, I'm not mad.....mostly