BLOODLETTERED.
she closes her eyes briefly as her sister raises her voice, knowing how much it probably pains her to speak that way. & so badly, she wants to tell her to stop AGAIN, only to go against her wishes to not tell her what to do. she can’t help it ; it’s in her nature to be protective of those close to her. even if they hadn’t been close in YEARS —— rachel was the most important person to her. she wants her to be BETTER ( she needs it ). she looks back at her, scoffing at her attempt & keeping the cigarette away from her. she wasn’t going to let her continue, not when she is like this. ❛ do you really think that’s what this is about? i don’t care that you’re in my room —– ❜ though part of her did wonder why, but she isn’t mad. she finds it strangely endearing that she’s here. ❛ why are you always doing this? why are you constantly trying to risk your life? it can’t be fun to be this reckless all the time, is it? ❜
she isn’t. despite what everyone else might believe. all those preconceived notions about living on the streets, what it does to a person ––––– they’re all true. the past three years have taught her a lot about taking risks, and there’s a sick irony here that she feels the need to point out. audrey doesn’t have a leg to stand on. she tries to imagine a world where the roles were reversed. where her friends were the ones being terrorised and slaughtered. waking up, fearing what the day will bring. wondering who’s going to die next. tries putting herself in audrey’s shoes, the minute that trunk unlatched and she found her sister laying there, still as a corpse, blood soaking through into the upholstery. it’s a gut - wrenching thought. maybe, in this parallel universe, bullet would be going to the ends of the earth to protect her. ( as if she isn’t doing so already. it’s the only reason she hasn’t left home and found her way back to skid row, slit throat or no slit throat. audrey’s worried about her, and all the while she can’t help but think that she’s the one who needs protecting. the killer didn’t just attack bullet. he attacked audrey through bullet, deliberately, to taunt her. ) she looks up. doesn’t quite know how to respond without dishing out sarcasm. ❛ the hell would you know about havin’ fun ? you’re so goddamn stressed out, your hair’s turnin’ silver. you ever quit worryin’ about other people ‘n start worryin’ ‘bout yourself for a change ? ❜