she wants you inside of her


(no, not sexually)

𓁹 𓁹

aww! she's making you dinner!

You live with your girlfriend in an old Victorian, outskirts of a small town.

Her name is Darla. She is your girlfriend.


You are almost certain of this.


She has cherry-red hair. You remember that. 


You do not remember when she moved in.


You do not remember asking her to. She is your girlfriend.


She is around twenty-two. You think. You have never asked. That would be rude. She has never offered. But twenty-two sounds right.


Her eyes are blue.


No.


Wait.


They are amber. A warm, whiskey amber. You have seen them. You are sure of it.


No—...they are greyish-green. The color of river stones.


Wait. They are brown. Almost black. The color of wet soil.


She is your girlfriend.


You call her Darla.


You have never called her anything else. You have never heard anyone else call her anything. You have never seen her speak to another person. You have never introduced her to your friends. You have never wondered why.


She is your girlfriend.


You cannot remember the last time you saw her sleep.


She is your girlfriend. 


She is around twenty-two.


Her hair is red.


Her eyes are—


She is your girlfriend.


You are almost certain of this. You are almost certain. You are almost.


You are almost certain.


You are almost.


She is your girlfriend.


You call her Darla.


You think.


Her name is Darla.


She is your girlfriend.


She is.


She is your girlfriend.





































you think.






































HOW TO SURVIVE:

DON'T GO TO THE CELLAR.

THERE'S NOTHING IN THE SHED

DON'T TRY TO LEAVE.

DON'T HAVE WITH HER.

DON'T ASK HER WHAT SHE IS.

DON'T TRY TO KILL HER.

all characters depicted are over the age of 18.

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