_{*.   warprone.}

 _{❛       STOP ,  IT’S  FINE   ———–  not  exactly  the  part  i’m  worried  about .      ❜     all  trace  of  annoyance  is  gone  ,  replaced  with  an  understanding  of  these  dreams  ,  memories  of  demons  that  still  cling  to  her  chest  as  she  attempts  to  move  on  with  her  life  ,  things  that  she  knows  will  scar  her  forever .  but  she  LIVES  THROUGH  IN  SPITE  OF  THEM  .  .   .  and  she  knows  spencer  does ,  too .  they  get  each  other ,  a  melancholy  harmony  that  strings  together  and  leaves  them  stronger  as  a  team .    ❛      was  it  the  same  one  again  ?    ❜     reaching  over  the  brunette  girl  to  the  nightstand ,  she  grasps  the  half  empty  glass  of  water  and  gently  offers  it  to  her  .      ❛      ————   here  .     ❜}

_{❛    yeah    ,   it’s the same one  EVERY TIME.    ❜      tone is worn down   ,  voice breaking slightly on the last word.   its always the same.  CHASING AFTER  a little ghost girl who is dressed in an institution uniform.   flashes of spencer covered completely in crimson trying to find a way to escape.   it seemed to be combining different memories    ———     ,   but it was the little girl that stuck out the most.   there was something hauntingly familiar about her.   there’d been a terrified look the girl’s face    ,    eyes wide.   clawing at the walls desperate to get out.    shaking digits delicately took the glass    ,    curling up in ball while staring at the sheets.     ❛    it’s always that little girl.   and me   ,   covered completely in blood.   lately    …..    i’ve started to wonder    ———–      ,    what if the little girl is supposed to be me?   what if it’s a memory?    ❜}