Burning Alive but Never Dying (ch.4 part 2/5)

By Violet Ravette. Previous

Birdie floated in mid air in her room and reached up. Her fingertips brushed the ceiling.

Someone knocked on the door.

She fell.

“You ok?” Nate asked, as he entered.

Bedsheets had cocooned her with the impact. She pushed out of them. “Yep.”

He glanced over at the small table with an empty plate and cup. “I see you’re finding it easier to drink.”

It was a necessity to get out of here. There was nothing easy about it. “Yeah.”

“You seem a bit off.”

“I have a question.” She grabbed the vampirism pamphlet.

He pulled up the chair and sat down.

“How does telepathy work? Like, can you read my thoughts?” If the answer was yes, the plan would be D.O.A.

“It’s an active ability rather than passive. If it were, everyone would go insane from hearing everyone’s thoughts all the time.” He grinned, fangs visible.

“So, you can?” She pressed.

“No, but…” he stared into her eyes. I can broadcast my thoughts into your head. However, you can’t do the same thing unless it’s with Gabriel, the vampire who changed you or someone else he’d changed.

“Ugh… feels weird.” She rubbed her temples.

“Any reason you asked?”

“Um,” Shit. What do I say? Something people don’t talk about. “I… sometimes I think about… masturbating.”

Fuuuuck! Fuckity fuuuuck!

He blinked a few times and cleared his throat. “No, um, no one’s reading your thoughts.”

There was a moment of silence as they both fidgeted and couldn’t meet each other’s eyes.

“I came to see you,” Nate began, “because I need to ask your thoughts on pressing charges.”

“I’m not sure what I want to do.” A small lie. She knew what she wanted to do. It wasn’t something she could do while here.

***

Yvette slid into the booth. The restaurant was quieter after she’d finished her second session with Leah.

A petite waitress came by the table. “Can I get you anything?”

Yvette glanced at her. The waitress from last week. Dark green, blunt bangs covered her eyebrows. Shaggy hair flowed from the top of her head to her shoulders. Her body was tied up by a burgundy apron, along with a sleek, black shirt and pants. However, there was a new accessory. A septum piercing.

“Vodka, please.” Yvette said, “A very tall one.”

“Done.”

She left and within a few minutes, she returned with a bottle of vodka and placed it down.

“I assumed you wanted the whole thing.” She said.

Yvette grabbed the neck of the bottle. “Thanks.” She skulled the clear liquid, the drink promising oblivion from the feelings disturbed by the damned psychologist.

Isn’t therapy supposed to make you feel better? If so, why did she always feel worse? And, as if to add salt to the wound, her brain went over what happened in the session.

Why do you hate yourself?

People hate me. It’s because I keep fucking up. I’m a piece of shit.

You are a piece of shit and people hate you. Ok…

Hearing the words come out of someone else’s mouth hurt.

She sat in the booth a while, watching people walk along the street. The hanging lights in the restaurant reflected off the windows obstructing her view.

A nice warm, fuzzy feeling began in her cheeks, down to her core.

Hello, alcohol.

The waitress glided by her, cleaning tables with a moist cloth. She had a pin on her shirt. It was striped with the colours magenta, yellow and cyan. The pansexual flag.

She’ll show Leah. She’s not a piece of shit.

Yvette strode over to the waitress.

To be continued on Tuesday 13th of September 2022.

Or if you’re reading after this date, scroll down towards the comments section for the pingback link to continue reading. Or, all the links can be found at the story’s dedicated page here

Author’s note

This time we get to explore some coping mechanisms. Birdie’s is flight. Kind of funny how that worked out with her name being Birdie and everything. Not intentionally, but a happy coincidence.

Yvette is self medicating to avoid her problems. Avoidance is her whole M.O.

Both work in the short term but have disastrous consequences in the long-term.

We’ll see how it all pans out. I haven’t really planned out the middle the story so I’m not even sure what’s going to happen next. Of course, I have some key events in mind but I’m not really sure exactly how each character is going to act until it’s written.

Thanks for reading!










Published by gothicsilk

I am a woman in my twenties with mild cerebral palsy. I have avid interest in creative writing, art and music as well as penchant for gothic clothes.

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