=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= begging for love in a suicide threat ------------------------------------ he watched her sleep. she looked so quiet, so peaceful. he examined her throat, watching the soft pulse of blood just beneath her skin. her skin was pale, and a thin sheet of sweat slicked her skin. he held his hand over her mouth, just a few centimeters from her lips. he sighed with relief when her warm breath reached his palm. she was going to live. he stared apprehensively at the empty bottle on the floor. he loved his sister dearly, but he did not know how much more of this he could take. he looked away from the bottle and watched the breeze push the curtains away from the window. he closed his eyes tightly and wondered what else she had done. might as well find out. he had noticed earlier that blood had seeped through her white sheets. the phone that she had used to call him with was beneath them, the cord snaking menacingly from the wall jack. he took a deep breath and lifted the sheet. his throat closed. both of her arms had been sliced beyond recognition. there was more gash than skin visible, and a small pool of blood had collected beneath each arm. the razor had been cast aside. she was so beautiful.. how could she destroy herself this way? damn her. he rose from the bed and retrieved the first aid kit from the bathroom. he gently bandaged her wounds and checked her pulse. it looked like everything was going to be ok. he put fresh sheets over her and sat in the chair next to her bed. her journal was on the table next to him. guiltily he took the journal from the table and began to read. perhaps he could help her if he knew what she was thinking. suddenly he was absorbed in the details of his sister's life. he read about everything that had ever happened to her. he knew her innermost thoughts, and they made him feel dirty. hours passed. he wandered the house aimlessly as dawn broke. he never knew. he had no idea what had happened to his sister, and he never protected her. it was his fault. he would never forgive himself. no wonder she embraced death so freely. elaine woke, wincing at the stiffness of the caked blood on her arms. she rose. the house was silent. she looked around her room. something was different. (her journal. he had read her journal.) she ran from the room, hurriedly searching each room in the house. she finally found him in her den. "jake? jake, are you awake?" silence. she walked around one side of the chair and screamed. half of his head was missing, the rest of it splattered wildly on the desk. the gun glinted peacefully in the morning light, lightly dusted with bits of brain and skull. she was free. Palpable Obscure =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, Submissions = = Mail: jericho@dimensional.com (Mail is welcomed) = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = To receive new issues through mail, mail jericho@dimensional.com with = = "subscribe fuck". If you do not have FTP access and would like back = = issues, send a list of any missing issues and they will be mailed. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = AnonFTP FTP.DIMENSIONAL.COM/users/jericho/FUCK = = FTP.SEKURITY.ORG/pub/zines/fucked.up.college.kids = = FTP.GIGA.OR.AT/pub/hackers/zines/FUCK = = FTP.ETEXT.ORG/pub/Zines/FUCK = = WWW http://www.dimensional.com/~jericho = = http://www.reps.net/~krypt/fuck.html = = http://www.toptown.com/innercircle/orchid/F.U.C.K/fuck.htm = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= = (c) Copyright. All files copyright by the original author. = =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=