“And I did not realize how hard it is to forget you. Forget the friendship we had, the memories we shared. The laughter that rang through the dark nights and sunny mornings. The promises we made to stay together forever. But I guess I was justthe sea for you, while you were my anchor.”
- g.d (best friend break ups hurt more than anything)
“Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, ’tis said, a sinking man Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever To that abhorred abode, Where hope and he part company— For he is grasped of God. The Maker’s cordial visage, However good to see, Is shunned, we must admit it, Like an adversity.”
“Drowning is not so pitiful,” The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson — ed. Thomas H. Johnson
CW: lady whumpee, lady whump, past torture, manhandling, drowning, dehumanization.
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She was right. Anna thought about the punishment? lesson? What was it this time? Was there even a reason at all?
Rachel had said she wouldn’t be able to as much as open her eyes and she truly couldn’t. She could only feel the pain, the blood, the fear. Rachel was saying something, using the sweet condescending tone he always uses, but Anna couldn’t hear a word through everything.
She groaned, or tried, her throat was too hoarse to allow her to actually make a sound, Rachel picked her up and she wanted to ask her not to. To beg. It almost never works but she can’t stop herself from pleading for any strand of mercy Rachel might have.
Anna heard the chains falling down, and groaned again when Rachel carried her up the stairs to the bathroom. She must have passed out somewhere in the way because when she came back her head was being forced in the full bathtub.
Rachel pulled her out as soon as she started struggling, “Stupid mutt, I told you not to sleep without permission. Didn’t I?”
Anna gave a small nod, her body limp and hurting too much already, she just wanted it to stop.
She passed out another two times during the bath, both times she was forced awake by despair and pain.
“Oh mutt…” Rachel said, chaining the now clean and with dressed wounds Anna near the dog bed inside Rachel’s room, “If you weren’t so stupid I would be so much nicer to you,” she grabbed her victms’ hair, “are you listing to me?”
Anna nodded, trying to force herself to stay awake. She had to force herself to listen.
“Idiot, this is the reason you are hurting all the time, because you fucking deserve it, or do you think I am the only one who would hurt a idiot like you?” Rachel let go of her.
The chain was too short, forcing Anna on her knees, she whined pitifully, trying to be allowed to lay down, else she would choke everytime she fell asleep. The whine only earned her a hard slap across the face.
“Think about what you did mutt,” Rachel said, walking towards her bed, where she lay down comfortably, “in silence.”
Some emo/vent art from last year, when I was dealing with a lot of stress and depression. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Follow me on Patreon for more art, WIPs and videos. Post link
