Deep Six'edDeep Six'edDeep Six'ed by ~Iridescent1
SIX FEET UNDER
I am a true prisoner to memories. Bad or good, any and everything I've done or gone through, I remember. Sitting six feet under in a coffin helps. It was all I had to think about. All that I had in my head to keep me from going insane in there. A few years of pictures depicting your life flashing in your head holds you prisoner.
Me being in that coffin six feet under was my fault entirely. It was a stupid move, but not one I did not outlive. The hint I will give you is my true age. One hundred seventeen.
I did not want my immortality to be known. I did not want the secrets of my survival to be sprea
HellcatHellcatHellcat by ~Iridescent1
CANDY SHOP, EXT, DAY
Suze- a gittery nineteen year old is walking around and outdoor candy store. There are, interestingly, several bandages around the same spot on her arm. She walks away with a bag full of candy.
Suze in her hotel. She's almost pothetic, sitting there, shooting up. With a sniffle, she leans back, high as a kite. She opens her hands with gittery hands and begins to eat. She stops, seeing someone in front of her and holding a gun at them, wide eyed and afraid. We don't see the person she's aiming at.
Well hello there!
A gun goes off, fade to black.