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05/17/2022 11:04 PM 


serpent juliet ♔ betty cooper

You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew) What I still got in my closet (sad but true) I slip it on over my shoulders Something I'll never get over It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

I'm still rocking your hoodie And chewing on the strings It makes me think about you So I wear it when I sleep I kept the broken zipper And cigarette burns Still rocking your hoodie Baby, even though it hurts Still rocking your
"I used to put my hand in your pockets "
"I need your help, Jug."

She proceeded to take a seat on the couch. As she sat, her back was perfectly aligned, which was a glaring indicator of how she was feeling at that same time. She calmed her racing heart and sat down in the chair next to him. Betty inhaled slowly and deeply, then held her breath for a few seconds in an effort to calm her jittery nerves.

"Will you read my mind?" she asked without hesitation.

"What?" he replied, raising an eyebrow, "I don't know... This sounds like a trap."

Her response was, "No, it's not, and I swear, The other day when I was at work, a strange incident occurred. At that exact moment, a janitor was cleaning the hallway in my office, and the smell of the bleach brought back a memory of my father."

"At first, I couldn't recall, so I went back to Percival's property to try to collect my diary. Although I wasn't successful, I was still able to read it." She twisted her fists together and murmured, "Jug, it was a recollection of him wiping out the back of my mom's car with bleach."

"I believe he began murdering a great deal earlier than we believed he did, and none of us picked up on it." Her thoughts were rushing at a rapid pace. Her feelings of dread, contempt, hatred, and depression were washing over her like waves as they left her body.

"And you think me reading your thoughts will help? To what end?"

"These are not only my thoughts, Jug. I need you to delve far more than that. I need you to go over my memories, specifically those that I may be having trouble recalling, and see if you can find anything significant." She went on to add that "while I was in his office, Percival had a bottle of bleach sitting on the counter, and he began talking about how strong fragrances may evoke memories. The more I've given it some consideration, the more I get the impression that something is tucked away in the recesses of my subconscious mind. I just feel like an open wound. A reopened wound, and I'm trying to stitch myself. Back together, but I need the missing pieces. The things that my memory is suppressing, and I can't get to them on my own."

"I don't know, Betty. That sounds dangerous," Jughead stated hesitantly. "I've never attempted to go past surface thoughts before, so I wouldn't even know where to begin. "

"Please, Juggie? Could you?" Because of them, she was confident that her eyes would reveal all to him. It was overwhelming for her, so she buried her head and struggled against the dread rising inside of her. The eyes were big and imploring, and there were so many emotions going on in them that it was. Regardless of the events that took place in the past or how broken their relationship had become, the two of them had a connection that she had never experienced with any other person.

"Alright... I'll help you - but you have to tell me if anything goes wrong. Promise?" Jughead stood and stepped closer, dipping his head low to meet her downcast eyes. "Betts? Promise me."

"I promise, Jug. I trust you," she murmured in a whisper, her voice shaking slightly as she said the words.

As Betty rose and made her way around the coffee table, she tensely pulled on the hem of her vest and muttered to herself. It was clear from her body language (and how she repeatedly clenched and unclenched her fists) that she was more scared of what they could discover in her memories than he poked around in her subconscious.

"Relax, Betty, I've got you. Give me your hands," he said softly. She took a deep breath, placing her trembling hands in his steady ones, his touch instantly calming her. "Alright, now close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice. You're going to need to think of your memories as something visual. I recommend a series of comic books. Then your mind will organize these free-floating memories into a collection. And your subconscious mind will do the same with your repressed memories, which I can then access or read. Okay. Deep breaths. Let's go digging."
The smell of your cologne is still on it.


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