Almost Killed Me, She Said, Luce Is Dead.

I was watching anais wabble, her eyes grow a little loose behind her thick lenses. I steered her into the bathroom so quickly that i was able to pull her hair back into a bun at her nape before she vomited into the toilet. Her neck was scrawny and pale; across it there was a raised purple scar that stretched from beneath one ear all the way to the other. So now you know why nobody gets to tell me what to do ever again, she said. She tasted like termic and beer and vomit, and i moved my head away. But as i did, her face changed. A horror entered it, and she snatched up her glasses and