_warprone.

_{THEY  ARE  KINDRED  SPIRITS  .   girl  and  girl ,  both  haunted  by  a  past  that  gripped  with  intricate  vines  pulled  which ,  at  least  for  her ,  leaves  her  with  a  fury  that  will  never  leave  her .  she  swears  there’s  the  distant  sound  of  war  drum  in  her  ears  every  night  as  she  dozes ,  wondering  what  awaits  her  dreams ,  what  will  JOIN  HER  THERE  when  she’s  most  vulnerable ,  when  she  can’t  control  it  .    this  brings  her  an  urge  to  bring  her  full  support ,  eyes  big  and  ready  to  fight  this  together .    ❛     well  then ,  we  gotta  figure  out  what  it  means .  why  you’re  seeing  it ,  and  then  ———–  maybe  it’ll  stop .     ❜      better  than  anyone ,  she  knows  this  doesn’t  always  work ,  but  she  also  knows  she’ll  damn  well  try ,  mauling  the  dark  blindly  with  relentless  fists  and  heart .    ❛       ‘CAUSE  YOU’RE  DEFINITELY  NOT  DOING  THIS  ALONE .   so .  .   .  do  you  know  what  the  whole  memory  could  be  from  ?    ❜}  

❛    i’ve tried.    _{❜      syllables were ones of defeat   ,   tired irises flickering around the room still rattled from revisiting her}   dark and disturbed  _{area of mind.    nightmarish demons of past leaving spencer thoroughly PUZZLED.    obviously they were suppressed memories   ———-     ,    but they were all combined pieces of different times each equivalent to the twilight zone.   blood pounding in ears profoundly   ,    digits shaking as they feel the sticky red liquid seep through her clothes.   breath coming in short pants    ,   SCREAMING at the blinking camera watching her every move.   but it still utterly bewildered how her mind was trying to combine it with the LITTLE GHOST GIRL of whom was supposed to be a reflection of oneself.      ❛     i don’t know the what the deeply disturbed part of my brain is trying to tell me and that’s the problem.   they’re all JUMBLED like tangled necklaces in the back of your jewelry box.    ❜}