Anonymous asked: Idk if I am just getting your hopes up or if I am right but I think I saw Edward in the loss and disbelief video. Either him or Violet. (Because they look alike to me.) Or I could just be seeing things. But I am pretty sure it was Edward.
… Are you seriously here trying to tell me that in the video that shows Chris dying Edward is just hanging out in the background? That he’s fucking just hanging out in the factory - the factory we have all searched from top to bottom. “I am pretty sure” this was completely uncalled for and inconsiderate. My life is not here for your entertainment. Please, unless you have something of real importance to say, leave me alone.
Anonymous asked: I am so sorry about Chris. If there is anything I can do to try and help, just tell me.
Thank you? I wish there was something. I wish there was fucking something anyone could do. I feel like a hole has been punched clean through my chest. I’ve laid in the bathtub for hours but I don’t think I’ll ever get that smell out of my skin and hair. Edward, Chris, Emi? and then what? Are we all slowly being killed, one by one? Why? For what purpose? And by who?! I feel watched; holed up in my room I don’t even feel safe. How am I supposed to eat or breathe when my friends’ or even my own life could be taken? Years ago, when my baby sister was killed… and now this. It’s one thing to handle fresh wounds but to pull up the gnawing horror and despair of that. It’s too much. This is all too much. I keep clawing at my skin begging for this to be a dream. I’m half-considering stringing myself up and jumping off - just so that I have the pleasure of doing it myself, of not allowing some monster to take my life from me. I need something to numb the pain. So, whoever you are, if you have something to offer that can take this away from me then please, be my guest, and come find me. Fuck. Goddess, do I need a fix.
I can’t get that image out of my mind.
That image of him…
It’s there when I fall asleep, when I wake up, when I blink.
And the smell…
I feel like it’s got inside of my nose, pushed itself inside of me and won’t leave.
I feel poisoned, sick, unclean.
Is there anything left that can help me?
Art is not only for looks. You can store your drugs there, too.