forum School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

Started May 14, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

(Okay now I'm going.)
"Because if not," She pulled her famous knife out. "I'll kill you. I'll throw you to the pits of Hell, never to be seen again."

“I’m here to meet him, he’s famous where I go to school,” he stood up with ease. Between the pill and magic he was fine.

Lillian started to toss and turn. A nightmare that had began the day after she was brought back to life started to play. The one problem with this one was every injury inflicted on her body in the dream mirrored onto her real one. It may seem like she slept a lot, but that was only because she slept so little.

Darren hugged her close. He knew he shouldn’t pick on her, she rarely had a dreamless sleep.

(Thanks.)

The first wound began to bleed. One on each wrist slowly started dripping. Lillian whimpered in pain.

(AHHH)

Darren looked at her wrist, had she been cutting again? He didn't understand. He took his shirt off and tore some off to wrap her arms.

(Being resurrected. Side effect night mare that induces physical pain FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!)

The next mark was a bruise on her stomach before a cut appeared along her upper neck.

(Oh and the only way to prevent getting the dream is self harm. So this is gonna be fun.)

He shook her shoulders, "Lillian? Lillian wake up, please," He sounded desperate, he couldn't go through this again.

Lillian flinched at the touch. Another whimper as more lines of blood appeared on her collarbone and wrists.

"LILLIAN WAKE UP PLEASE WAKE UP," He felt like he was going to cry, he couldn't hold pressure on that many wounds. He kissed her cheek and left a tear on her skin, "Wake up,"

Lillian’s eyes flew open and the wounds disappeared. She couldn’t look at Darren right now. Her breathing was ragged.

"Lillian," he sighed in relief and hugged close. He was still crying but it was happy crying now.

Lillian sighed as her eyes looked down to her wrists. They had part of a ripped up shirt on them. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Lillian sighed as her eyes looked down to her wrists. They had part of a ripped up shirt on them. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

"Don't be sorry," He nuzzled his head against her. "Don't be sorry about something you can't control,"

Lillian sighed as her eyes looked down to her wrists. They had part of a ripped up shirt on them. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

"Don't be sorry," He nuzzled his head against her. "Don't be sorry about something you can't control,"

“But I scared you,” Lillian sighed her eyes closed, “I need to find something to stop it.”

I’m sure there’s something,” he sighed.

Lillian muttered quietly, "But what if there isn't? What if that thing is worse than the dreams themselves?"