505 / writing dump

[scully.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; width: 300px;"][sub]in preparation for my 666th post where i intend to inflict some pain on some of my characters, this will be where i put things i've written about about them. whether it's something important from their past, just an anecdote, something pretty, or a death, i'm going to put it here.

[scully.]

[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify; width: 300px;"]tw: violence, death


she wasn't new to the risks of protesting, she took the precautions necessary and attended them frequently; the girl rarely ever let things stop her. this march was no different. its message was something amor held dear to her heart, immigration and immigrant rights, which sprouts from her father coming to the united states from puerto rico. she had experienced angry people who were against everything she stood for her, but being the pacifist she was, she never reciprocated the actions. amor had wanted to be accepting of all.

her sign said something along the lines of "no human being is illegal", a detail mor would want people to remember, carrying it with great pride. the bright, usual smile never left her face; she had been happy at least. the march was peaceful, but cops lined the streets; no one knew if they were there to protect those protesting or to keep those in check. they always seemed to there, at marches, protests, anything, claiming to "keep the peace". it didn't make her uneasy, she had confidence in the group's ability to stay peaceful. amor had loved standing for things like this; she had wanted to change something, be a part of something that improved lives and made things better. she risked so much at each and every one, but she never thought about it, never thought about the issues that could come from whatever could happen to the petite girl in the mass crowds.

the riot started about half a block up from where she was. the yells and screams that erupted didn't affect mor much, they were normal and happened from time to time at those events, so she was really unprepared when she reached them. a riot had started. people were fighting, some were running from the tangle of bodies, but amor continued towards it, engrossed in conversation with a woman behind her, she used to love hearing people's stories. her first cue to there being something wrong was the woman's face, it contorted with horror. amor turned to see what had scared the woman, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she was met with someone grabbing her sign. the rest happened so fast... she readily gave up her sign, wanting to avoid any type of physical altercation, but she was pulled into the middle of it. she was shoved, hit, punched, kicked; and that was all before the first shot.

it sounded so loudly and most had no clue where it had came from. maybe it was the police, it wouldn't have been the first time they betrayed the girl, or if it was the angry, america can do no wrong, fuck other nationalities people who started the riot; no one had been able to figure it out. more gun shots began, which caused even more chaos and was when hell broke loose. people scattered, screaming turned to quiet. the man that had been kicking amor finally left her, allowing her to pick her hurting body up off the ground slowly, her movements were stiff and labor intensive. she was trying to get out of the open, get somewhere where she could get or call for help. she was almost there, mere feet away from the shelter behind an old newspaper dispenser. they found her there, having fallen from a gunshot to the back of her neck, her body broken and her spirit gone.

[finny.]

binch
how dare you

[scully.]

my hand slipped

[crows]

sits and watches the world burn

[finny.]

sure it did
smh
ajax would be #ruined
so would alyx

[scully.]

i know i know
but at least she went doing something she loved

[scully.]

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lux had been excited, nearly giddy, something out of the ordinary for the blonde, when she had left for her hearing. the final decision on her name change was going to be made; she would no longer be lux blackwell. blackwell; the name was so ugly to her, it left her chained to her abuser and was a constant reminder of her disappointment. not matter what, she could never change that she had not been born a boy, especially since she identified as a girl, and her dad despised her for that. she had ruined his idea of a perfect family, four sons, and instead of holding unconditional love for her, his hatred grew and festered like a untended to wound; he never let her forget his feelings towards her either. lux had been told repeatedly that there shouldn't be a problem in getting it officially changed, her having a reason and all. she was going to receive her mother's maiden name, fitzgerald, after so long.

the hearing went fast, her father was there, causing a scene, objecting to the name change because she was "his child". he won. lux's request was denied she she felt her whole world, that was finally almost okay, come crashing down on top of her. she left numb, the shock and disappointment settling in; why did she place so many hopes on one decision that wasn't even her's to make? her deadbeat of a father had found another way to attack the teen, this time finally shattering her.

there were fewer pieces this time, the desire to continue on being in the worst shape, but it was more devastating. she was left with nothing; she was like a broken window, the only things remaining were the sharp shards that hugged the edges. the numbness began to subside, and the hollowness took over, bringing pain alongside of it. she had made it home, but had to push past the questions from her mother and brother on the way to her room, she hadn't even realized she was crying until she was asked about it. a shaky hand wiped the tears from her cheeks as she locked the door and leaned back against it, slowly sinking into the floor. her emotions and mental state seemed to sink even lower. what was the point? the one thing that had been allowing her to go on was the idea of never being connected to the man again.

the idea of suicide had popped into lux's head before, but she hadn't ever attempted. she never thought she would, but it seemed to be the best way to alleviate everything; no more pain, no more dealing with her father, and she'd no longer be a burden. although she wasn't one to believe in god, she believed there was something out there and whatever it was, it had to be better than this. that was when her mind was made. it'd cause some pain, but everyone would move on; who had lux even connected with? she didn't do well with guys, she didn't like most girls, and how much did her family really love her? they had allowed the abuse to drag on for years before finally taking a stand and by that time, it was too late for lux.

she stood in front of her mirror, staring at herself; she saw nothing. her blue eyes appeared a dull grey and drained of life, her hair that had been nicely made up a few hours prior was knotted and messy, her makeup smudged and running, the tears had come to a halt but left her face red and puffy with shimmering trails of where the tears had been. she looked away, disgusted with herself. a few minutes of scrambling for a make-shift noose and she had found one: an old cord. lux was gone within a few minutes.

[scully.]

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it was nice; the sun was bright, but not too hot and a pleasant breeze swirled its way through their small street. they lived in a pretty decent place, bigger than most who were just outside puerto vallarta; the resort towns were nicer. it was just about ten in the morning, everyone just ready to venture outside their homes, a few children were even beginning their daily summer activities. it was the third day not hearing from her dad, but although thalia's mother was worried, she tried her best to not show it in front of her three children; thalia was only four at the time anyway, so she didn't quite understand the severity of the situation. that might explain why she was the first one out of the house that day.

everyone seemed to be taking forever to get up and moving, little thalia just wanting to go and play. she begged and begged her mother because her siblings weren't ready yet, "¡mamá, por favor!". she whined almost every time; it wore julietta down. she had giant bags under her usually warm and inviting eyes, her hair that was usually neatly kept and done was messily thrown up into a bun, and her body was rigidly tense from stress. "¡aye! ¡sí, thalia! ¡ve!" julietta snapped at the little girl, but thalia wasn't too phased by it. a big grin came onto her face before running for the door. she giggled some as she pushed the front door shut, stepping out on the porch.

a small box was sitting in the near perfect middle of it. thalia's eyebrows scrunched together and she tilted her head. curiosity pulled her to the box, picking it up and sitting down on the top step. the box was light, almost like nothing was really in it. thalia opened it kinda quickly, excited to see what was inside. she was rather confused at what she saw. there was.. there was a human ear. it appeared to be severed from a living person, the part that would normally be attached to a head was bloody, some still fresh. a note was in it as well, she was unable to read a lot of it, but she made out her father's name and a few other words. thalia's eyes widened and she let out a high-pitched scream.

the next few things went by in slow motion for thalia. her mother and older brother came running out of the house, her mom picking up the box and luis checking on her. when her mom let out a cry, rosalie, thalia's oldest sibling,
came to the door. her mom seemed to cry for so long before telling rosalie what was wrong, causing her to stare in disbelief then cry alongside her.

thalia didn't understand what happened that day. she didn't realize her whole life was going to change that day. her father's time with the cartel was catching up with him. they killed him and were planning to go after the family afterwards. they could only mourn their loss for a few hours before julietta made them all start packing to leave; they had to leave. she wasn't sure where, but julietta knew they needed to. that's why they all headed to america.

[finny.]

binch how dare