* JULY 18, 1968 - MOTHER CALLED, TOLD ME TO COME HOME & NOT TO LISTEN TO THE SPECIALIST. DIDN’T REPLY, SHE HUNG UP. VERY DEPRESSED. VERY STONED. THINGS ARE GETTING BAD AGAIN.
#PULITZERLOST
INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE ORIGINAL CHARACTER. WRITTEN BY EMMA.
❝ Oh, SHUT UP! ❞ He backhands her across the face, his other trembling hand clutching the .45 Colt. ❝ FUCK you. You’re the reason why I fucked it all up. Give me one— one good reason why I shouldn’t fuckin’ kill you right now. ❞
‘ i haven’t fucking done anything, you’re the one threatening to shoot people! ’ she touches her cheek, glancing down at the handgun, then back up towards him. ‘ you don’t gain anything good by killing me, just another murder charge. ’
❝ If you don’t SHUT the FUCK up, I’ll fuckin’ shoot you like I shot that bastard just now. ❞
‘ i was shutting up, you’re the one who’s shouting! ’ still, she bites her tongue, because he’s followed through with that promise once already, and she’s fairly certain he’s mental enough to do it again.
