by Isabel Ho
A suitable eulogy for your funeral fuckface
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
You’ve been an ass to me,
I’m so glad you’re dead.
Charman stared at the blinking cursor, before huffing and deleting the entire chunk by furiously jabbing the backspace button. She flopped backwards onto her bed and let out a long suffering sigh. Turning on her sides, Charman spotted a particular bear given by a particular someone. She narrowed her eyes, and made a come hither motion at the animal. Its beady eyes watched her, and Charman is overcomed by a wave of rage.
“YOU SNEAKY LITTLE SHIT! I HAVE MY EYES ON YOU!” Charman pounced onto the bear, punching and squeezing the soft cotton.
“What the fuck.”
Charman turned back, and hissed back a “What?” at her brother. Her brother took a look at the wild state of her hair, the feral glint in her eyes, and wait is that today’s obituary with XXX’s face pasted over it? before deciding that he should abort mission and retreat immediately.
“Nothing.” He answered, slowly backing out of the room. He had his hands up in surrender, and went back into the kitchen. His mother looked up, and he shrugged. “Doesn’t want to eat.”
“Did she say that?” She narrowed her eyes at him, and he shrunk back. Women are scary. He nodded, and she got up. Charman was still squeezing the last of the cotton fillings out when her mother appeared in the doorway. Charman stilled, not daring to meet her mother’s eyes as she stomped over, screaming about cleaning up and getting out of the room instead of doing nothing. She shrank into the bedding, and breathed as quietly as possible.
She will not notice me if I don’t move. She will not notice- “What is this?” Mama Chuang held out a bunch of cotton. Stay still, Chuang Charman. Stay still. Don’t breathe, don’t answer, you’re not here. You’re as calm as a lake in the winter, practically frozen. Yes.
“I BEAT YOU AH!”
P/s. I will never fucking punch my soft toys or rip it into pieces. But this is a fic so yup.
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