She knows how to cheer me up, that Tori. It’s now two thirty in the morning, but I don’t care. Tomorrow will take care of itself. I need to revel in the right now. YOLO and all that. She sends me her favorite Banshee and Midnight Jim strips—there’s a lot of crossover with mine, but that doesn’t surprise me. We talk about how great it would be to really be Banshees, deciding who lives and who dies, sending our own Midnight Jims after our enemies so he can envelope them in his darkness and leave nothing behind but a husk, their life force drained away into the ether.
Imagine if we could do that to Dizzy. Or Indigo.
Or one of those tossers who harassed you in the club.
That would rule so hard.
We could proclaim them void,
and Midnight Jim could feed. So cool.
Either that, or we could make him drown them in the sea.
Haha! I know, right!
Get in the sea, you fuckers.
Bother me no more.
Or off a high building.
Or get him to slit their wrists,
so it looks like they killed themselves.
A sharp pain lances above my right eye. Maybe it’s time to go to bed.
Haha. Hard to fake that, tho.
Oh, I dunno. I’m sure it’s not that hard.
Overdose first, then slashy-slashy. Easy-peasy.
A queasy feeling turns my stomach.
lol. Look, it’s late, and I have lectures in the morning. Need to go to sleep.
Oh? All right. Shame.
But I’ve got work in the a.m. too,
so it’s probably a good idea. Like all your ideas. ;)
Now I’m smiling again.
Night night, Tori. Speak tomorrow?
Try and stop me. Night night.
I pause. Will she log off first, or will I? Is she sitting there in her bedroom, wondering the same thing? I rest my fingers on the keys, itching to type something, anything, but what—
Something to help you sleep. Love you, babe.
Another photo, this time of her blowing me a kiss. I close my eyes in joy. This time, the courage to take another photo comes easily, so I send one of me doing the same back.
love u too, hun.
And we log off, together.