If I go, I'm going crazy,
and let my darling take me there.
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P A R K E R
"Stick the needle in." I said.
She held the needle with shaking hands, blood on all of our clothes, dried and wet, a mixture of mine and Wanda's.
"I... I can't do it." She was stressful, but not tearing like before.
"Just do it like how you stitch any dolls. Do as I say, stick the needle in and pull the two sides together, tie them up, make a knot, it's not that hard just believe me."
"But you're not a doll! Dolls don't bleed when you stick a needle in them."
"But if you don't stitch me up I'll lose too much blood and die, don't you wanna get out, love?" I smirked as sweat dripped from the root of my hair to my chin.
"You know this is gonna hurt right, and you don't even have any painkillers down here
