[What was all of this bullshit? This nauseating sickening bullshit?! Screams were being replaced with children's laughter, depressing lost souls were now the happy couples that went about their everyday lives. This wasn't happiness. This wasn't what she asked for. Her fingers ran across the engraving number on each metal key. Growing familiar with the texture, the feel, and the damage that could be done with her new weapon. Undoing the ring that binded them together, Amanda gripped 3 keys between each finger, closing her fist tightly around them. She let out a sigh, just for comfort, for ease in calming her thoughts. Closing her eyes, Amanda waited, finally hearing someone approach her, someone asking for possibly directions because they too were new to this place. Well then...why not welcome them with the proper procedure she always managed to follow?
The rigged edge of the keys met the individual's face with such a force that caused the man to fall over. There has been no time for the man to collect his thoughts on the matter before another pound met his face once again. Amanda repeated the action, over and over, forcing the blunt edges into his eyes, into his throat, again, and again, until finally there was no fight left in him. This act continued on until she felt relived. Until she had enough blood to smear on to both of her hands. That was the cure for her anxiety, for her instability she had been feeling. But there was just one more thing she needed to let out, to tell the poor soul that had already come to pass]
Don't you ever talk to me...you worthless piece of shit.
Amanda Young ☠ SAW ☠ Housing Gate
The rigged edge of the keys met the individual's face with such a force that caused the man to fall over. There has been no time for the man to collect his thoughts on the matter before another pound met his face once again. Amanda repeated the action, over and over, forcing the blunt edges into his eyes, into his throat, again, and again, until finally there was no fight left in him. This act continued on until she felt relived. Until she had enough blood to smear on to both of her hands. That was the cure for her anxiety, for her instability she had been feeling. But there was just one more thing she needed to let out, to tell the poor soul that had already come to pass]
Don't you ever talk to me...you worthless piece of shit.