"    when you live in the dark so long,   you begin to love it.   And you love it back,   and isn't that the point?    You think,    the face turns to the shadows,   and just as well.    It accepts,   it heals,   it allows.    But it also devours.    "
— Raymond Carver, Late Fragment.

SUMMARY 🂽

ANNALIESE CLAIRE TAYLOR WAS AN ARTIST. Never once in her life was she a muse, never captured by camera film or the strokes of a paint brush by a starved artist, or the trace of a pen writing lyrics about her lopsided smile from a reincarnate of Jeff Buckley. She could always dream, of course!

Her muses were confined to the girls soccer team and baseball team. How she lamented having to picture their sweaty faces as she clicked her camera aimlessly. There were a few who stood out, statuesque and snarky, hair pulled away from their faces.

Annaliese painted peers that walked past her in the hallways of Wiskayok, some with dimples and freckles, others with caramel skin and shaggy hair.

Being invited to take photos for the Yellowjackets sounded hellish, but with a college application that needed some sprucing up, she accepted with a frown on her face.

Even if she declined, Jackie would've made her go. They were close like that, doing what the other wanted. Jackie wasn't much like her sister, teased curls and cherry lipgloss another world away from her sister's flimsy waves and calloused hands. Even then they still loved each other more than anything else. Everyone loved Jackie more than anything, even Annaliese. She liked being second best.

Then winter came. It was unforgiving, violent, and blood thirsty. It started with Jackie, all eyes now resting on Annaliese to take the place of her. Then it was Crystal, then Javi.

Many say grief brings you together, even if it's one sided. Shauna just wanted Jackie back, Travis wanted Javi back, Mari wanted to piss off Shauna. It was never about Annaliese, not even after Jackie was gone.

katie douglas 🂽 Annalise Taylor

──── DISCLAIMERS!!
everything yellowjackets shows, self harm, fire (like a shit ton of fire) suicidal thoughts, no smut!! (i'm a minor)

──── katie douglas looks like an annaliese and i will stand by that until DEATH. Title is a Portishead ref so yay... ALSO IN THIS FIC KITTIE WAS A BAND IN THE NINETIES!!! This is literally my hyperfixation since BIRTH so how could I not make an oc that is just me not love Kittie? BEFORE YOU DOG ON ME FOR MAKING ANOTHER FIC i have like two friends and they go on vacation all summer so the only things I can do is A. smoke B. skate C. play instruments D. write all my essays (especially for president .. as we can see I am the perfect fit) E. write and ALL OF THOSE THINGS ARE BORINGG and yeah so yay Sour Times!!

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