Exclusion Zone 15

Worry You're my friend. You're my friend. You're my friend. You're my friend. Why did she have to say it? Why? Everything was going so well – maybe Katie would even have forgiven her for what she'd done, but... God, she hated that word so much . So fucking much. Or, no , it wasn't the word, not as such. Instead, it was her warped, diseased, disgusting brain that refused to accept it. That made her want to cry and complain like the pathetic attention whore she was whenever she heard it. And that reaction never failed to remind her just how hopeless she was, how far gone she was, bursting into tears every time she remembered that something as simple and ordinary as a friend was out of her reach. Me. A 'friend'. I wouldn't wish myself on my worst fucking enemy. What the fuck was Kate even thinking? When I'm not busy being useless and stupid I'm busy hurting her feelings. Maybe Katie's too nice. She does

Labyrinth At least they had fucking water. How deep would the kitchen knife go if she just threw it into the wall? Maybe it would embed itself into the planks, wooden handle vibrating furiously. Maybe it would bounce off and bisect her trachea. Actually, that wouldn't have been such a bad outcome, after all... Fuck. Kate was one wrong move away from rushing out into the yard, grabbing the axe from Sayori, and remodeling the white kitchen counters according to how she saw fit. Breathe the fuck in, Atchley. Trying to cook for a guest with no proper indication of their tastes was already bad enough, but having to do it while relying on wilted produce and canned goods was positively hellish . It was a good thing Sayori wasn't here – Kate had never been much of a cook, largely preferring to feed herself as simply as possible. Making a side salad was practically an achievement, even with the shops open and Mom helping. As for how it was now... She didn't want to