@Elder-God-Jacks347
(Ohhhhh okay. That makes sense.)
(Ohhhhh okay. That makes sense.)
(lOL)
(Who is Belle? And Ryan? And WhERe iS sToRMy?!)
(Ryan is Darren's guitar friend)
Belle looked at Darren, a bit surprised before joining in with the song.
(Story probably sleeping⦠He misses you everyday)
(And Belle is a girl running from her father who is staying at Darren's house.)
Belle looked at Darren, a bit surprised before joining in with the song.
(No one expects the quarterback to sing.)
(Less that and more that she's shocked he can sing so well.)
(Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyā¦)
(Darren should totally write Lillian a songā¦)
Lillian tried to smile and look happy. But her head was pounding she got up and went to the bathroom. The voice still screaming.
(Yesssssssssss)
Darren's singing quieted a little when he saw Lillian leave.
(Yesssssssssss)
',:) It gonna happen
Belle's voice trailed off, watching Lillian practically sprint up the stairs with a concerned look. But, not wanting her to be upset at Belle for interrupting herā¦whatever, she brushed it off and kept singing.
(Yeet.)
Lillian gripped the bathroom sink as she hissed, āLeave me the hell alone.ā
Not a chance.
Lillian didnāt hesitate, didnāt think as she pulled out the blade and cut into her arm. The cut stung, but the voice was quieter. She did it again, and then again. Until the voice was silent. She cleaned the blade off and put it away. She just rolled her sleeve down to cover the cuts.
(Son of a bitch)
"Okay that's it. Something doesn't feel right. I'm actually feeling sick. I know something's off." Belle wrung her hands, glancing over her shoulders every two seconds. "Am I being paranoid?"
:)
"No, I'll be right back, I'm gonna go check on Lillian." Darren ran up the stairs and hesitated momentarily before knocking softly on the door, "Hey, you okay in there?"
Lillian was still by the sink her stomach churning, āYeah. Iām fine.ā
Blood was starting to drip down her arm. Fuck.
"Can I come in?" He asked quietly.
Lillian panicked. If she said yes, he would see the blood. If she said no, he would get worried. She grabbed her arm tightly hissing slightly at the pain before saying, āUm sure.ā
Darren opened the door slowly, "Hey we were starting to worry about you, you just disappeared. You sure you're okay?"
Lillian nodded. She plastered a fake smile on as her shirt soaked up the blood, āPositively fine.ā
(What color is her shirt?)
(At the moment I want to sale blue.)
(So Darren could see the blood then?)
(Light blue or dark blue? Yes, it does matter.)
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