authors note:

tw:
swearing
implied suicidal thoughts
implied abuse
implied character death/loss of loved one
implied domestic abuse
trauma
talk of religion (specifically Christianity)
SPOILERS!

i think thats it.
also if u want to read the book i recommend it. this is fanfiction of it lol

elizabeth-centric bec i said so >:)

anyway enjoy i guess

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Elizabeth liked music. That was a fact. Whenever music played she would dance and sing along - in fact, she knew almost all of the songs Mother used to play when she was a little child and when David was still her father; not a stranger who haunted her nightmares. But she's getting off track here.

Point is, she liked music. Still does, of course - that changed, however, when she discovered rap music.

She had just been sitting at the kitchen table when the Christian (not that their family was Christian, Mother just didn't want to listen to anything with swear words. M̷a̷y̷b̷e̷ ̷D̷a̷v̷i̷d̷ ̷h̷a̷d̷ ̷u̷s̷e̷d̷ ̷t̷o̷o̷ ̷m̷a̷n̷y̷ ̷s̷w̷e̷a̷r̷ ̷w̷o̷r̷d̷s̷ ̷a̷t̷ ̷M̷o̷t̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷w̷h̷e̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷y̷ ̷w̷e̷r̷e̷ ̷f̷i̷g̷h̷t̷i̷n̷g̷?̷) station abruptly switched to a heavy metal one, one where it had a rap song on.

One where the music was fast, and pumped full of energy and adrenaline. Elizabeth almost jumped out of her seat with how aggressive it was being. It felt like she was running on pure power with how it was.

Darkie, why you looking so sad?
Go and take a walk or write a song up on your notepad
For what you have you should be grateful, why aren't you more glad?
"Yo, keep on killing shit", "I'll see you later", "Oh, for sure, man"

The words confused her, sure, but she still liked it. It was different from the usual things that she used to hear. Plus, Beseu was feeling pretty content with the change, she thinks - that's good. Really good.

It's been a fat ass minute, ain't been feeling right
A hypochondriac dissatisfied, my room got no light at times
Fuck all of the people judging, you got no right
And neither do I
The sight of new eyes, a side of you cries
Man, it's been a minute I been feeling bad but I been fighting
I'm enlightened to the fact that I have limited time
I get to spitting these rhymes
And lay a shit in your mind
They want my lips intertwined
So they can leave me behi–

"Oh, sorry, Elizabeth." Dusk said, rushing into the kitchen. "I accidentally connected my headphones to this. I'm so sorry. Don't tell Mother, okay?"

"Okay."

It wasn't like she was going to tell her anyway (s̷h̷e̷ ̷w̷a̷s̷ ̷d̷e̷a̷d̷) but she still agreed.

"Thanks, sis!" Dusk said, walking off to her room, leaving Elizabeth to her own thoughts.

"Play it again," Beseu said, no, commanded. Elizabeth really didn't want to, but.. her sister..

"No." She said, firmly, flipping the demon off.

"Wh- why?!" He splatted. Elizabeth gave him a look.

"Really? It's because of Dusk. Have you seen her lately? She's really bad, Beseu. I don't.. I don't want her to get worse."

Beseu blinked. Then blinked again. "You do realise she was already listening to that, right? I'm pretty sure she's fine, man."

Elizabeth felt stupid. "Oh. I see."

"Yeah, you idiot. Now please, the song?" Beseu paused, but added: "also, nice speech."

"Saying that won't do anything," Elizabeth said, before heading to her room.

"Dude. No. Please don't I wanna listen to the songgggg."

"Besue I don't even know the name of it. Chill."

"D:"

"I do not know how the fuck you just did that, but I will be going to bed now. Don't be stupid." Elizabeth said, climbing into her bed and getting under her covers (i̷f̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷p̷r̷e̷t̷e̷n̷d̷,̷ ̷l̷i̷k̷e̷ ̷r̷e̷a̷l̷l̷y̷ ̷p̷r̷e̷t̷e̷n̷d̷,̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷f̷e̷e̷l̷ ̷M̷o̷t̷h̷e̷r̷s̷ ̷s̷o̷f̷t̷ ̷w̷o̷r̷d̷s̷,̷ ̷s̷o̷f̷t̷ ̷h̷a̷n̷d̷s̷ ̷a̷s̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷t̷u̷c̷k̷e̷r̷ ̷h̷e̷r̷ ̷i̷n̷.̷ ̷I̷f̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷r̷e̷a̷l̷l̷y̷,̷ ̷r̷e̷a̷l̷l̷y̷ ̷t̷r̷i̷e̷d̷ ̷h̷a̷r̷d̷ ̷e̷n̷o̷u̷g̷h̷,̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷c̷o̷u̷l̷d̷ ̷p̷r̷e̷t̷e̷n̷d̷ ̷t̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷s̷h̷e̷ ̷w̷a̷s̷n̷'̷t̷ ̷d̷e̷a̷d̷,̷ ̷t̷h̷a̷t̷ ̷e̷v̷e̷r̷y̷t̷h̷i̷n̷g̷ ̷i̷s̷ ̷o̷k̷e̷y̷.̷ ̷B̷u̷t̷ ̷i̷t̷'̷s̷ ̷n̷o̷t̷,̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷i̷t̷ ̷w̷i̷l̷l̷ ̷n̷e̷v̷e̷r̷ ̷b̷e̷ ̷o̷k̷e̷y̷.̷) and closing her eyes.

「time skip brought to you by the authors piling homework」

Besue was board.

No, not just board - he was also feeling extremely passive aggressive. He was still angry at Elizabeth for not doing what he asked for, even when he did it oh so nicely - if the girl hadn't got issue's to deal with, he would've kept on nagging at her, might've even slipped into control just to play the song again (a song he didn't know the name of).

But he didn't. Elizabeth didn't let him.

"Stupid," he cursed, looking at the girl. He was currently sitting next to her bed, since they weren't allowed on her bed (because apparently she could still feel him, even if their like- not even there? they're a hallucination, bitch) and just.. stared at her, he guessed. He didn't sleep, and he couldn't leave her side incase something happened, so they were was just.. stuck, here.

They looked around the room. Maybe he could-

Holy shit I could totally do that. Besue thinks, getting up from his sitting position and reaching for Dusks headphones. Grabbing them, they then try and pull the headphones down, unnoticed by Dusk.

Fortunately, they do get them down. Which is good. Now he can listen to music :D

Already putting them on (wait, how can he do this again?), they grab Dusks phone from beside their bunkbed and click play.

He waits, patiently, as the music starts rolling it. Its a new song, but he likes it. Its better then that stupid kid-friendly stuff, anyway.

|Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
|One got shot and the other got lost in
|Drugs and punks and blood on the street
|Blo-blood on her knees, bloody history

Hmm.. somehow, that doesn't.. sound right. Maybe he didn't put the volume up high enough?  Yeah. That must be it. Taking out the phone, somewhat blinded by the sudden light, he puts up the volume.

It still feels off.

What are they doing wrong?

|Whatever happened to the hayloft?
|Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?
|He took his ass back to the crack shack
|With his long johns on, singing that old song

It still sounds wrong. They look at it, then take the headphones off and see if it changes anything.

|My baby's got a gun
|My baby's got a gun
|My baby's got a gun

And- oh, thats when they realise.

|I better run
|My baby's got a gun

They forgot the headphones weren't blue-toothed.

|It goes

And Dusk was now awoken, and Dawn was now awoken. And Elizabeth, too, was probably awoken.

|Boom boom crack

Well shit.

|Ga-ga-ga-ga boom boom

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lol this was gonna be longer but im tired and cant be bothered lmao

also was gonna post this on ao3 but nope. welp

also also was gonna post this on my alt. but nope

well. uh

also Besue uses they/he lol

yep

OH AND IF YOU CANT READ THE CROSSED OUT TEXT, THIS IS WHAT IT SAYS:

1] maybe david had used too many swear words at mother when they were fighting?

2] if she could pretend, like really pretend, she could feel mothers soft words, soft hands as she tucked her in, if she really, really tried hard enough, she could pretend that she wasn't d@ed, that everything is okey. but it's not, and it will never be okey

yep

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