Can You Imagine The Poor People Who Had To Go Figure Out What Happened On Crockett Island, Though

can you imagine the poor people who had to go figure out what happened on Crockett Island, though

like obviously there’s been a catastrophic fire, so they’re prepared for the worst, but what they find is way, way weirder than ‘the worst’

there are bodies in some of the houses, sure, burned past recognition or to the point where their cause of death would be obvious. but there are also bodies … outside? in the roads or the public areas? and some of them may be a little damaged by fire but they obviously died from having their throats ripped out??? and the sheriff is on the beach, dead of a gunshot wound??? the town doctor also died of a gunshot wound but she’s in a completely different place on the island (and her body was obviously moved there after her death)????

and overall there are just nowhere near as many bodies as there should be? Crockett Island had a population of just about 120 people but there are only, say, 70-80 bodies???? where did everybody else go????

and the only two survivors are two teenagers who are just like “uh, yeah, we took a romantic canoe trip. we weren’t on the island. we have no idea what happened.” (and one of them is paralyzed from the waist down? you don’t think the guy with her could have carried her out to the beach to get her in the canoe but he must have, right????)

just, can you even imagine. the buzzfeed unsolved episode. about Crockett Island.

The Lie

You love her. You know you love her. Like you've never loved anyone else- anything else. She's so fucking lovable. Your heart swells at the sight of her, beats faster. Butterflies in your stomach. Euphoria tugs at the corners of your mouth. The room just lit up when she walked through that door. She's so fucking lovable.

But

"I love you too." There it is. The lie you knew would come. Of course it's a lie. How could she love you? How could something as dirty, as tainted, as sinful, as a lie come out of her mouth?

But

Of course it's a lie. She is so fucking lovable. She is easy to love. She doesn't take time to love. She doesn't take effort. Thought. Strength.

To love her is to breathe. The air filling your lungs, the adoration filling your heart- they're one in the same. To love her is to breathe. To live.

But

You. You are not so lovable. You are smoke in the air. To love you is to choke. To claw at your throat and gasp for air. For her.

You've suffocated others enough to know this. Of course it's a lie. How could she love you? How could anyone?

Not even you can.

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kiidkeroscene 1:30am

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kiidkeroscene

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