im pretty like a car crash

“the pain did not make me a better person. it did not teach me anything except how to be afraid to love anyone.”

[cardinalgrc]

storyofmichaela·:

The knock woke Michaela from her study nap, head rising from her desk with papers stuck to her cheek. She quickly gathered herself before, heading to the door, confused looking at the figure, “Can I help you?”

Grace shifted awkwardly, “Um, sorry. I just... I always see you around and I thought maybe... You know what, nevermind. I’m so sorry to bother you.”

[cardinalgrc]

thevmontgomery·:

I spent all Thanksgiving Break doing NCSBN practice quizzes and watching hair tutorials. Please tell me you did something more interesting? 

Hair tutorials? I’m happy if I just brush my hair in the morning. But uh, I stayed on campus. I don’t celebrate holidays. So I guess you win with interesting things.

[cardinalgrc]

matlinkates·:

I think we’re all just glad you’re okay. I understand if you don’t want to talk about it what happened but I would love to talk to you about how unsafe this campus is for the newspaper.

Um.. I guess I could try to talk about it, if writing about it will help maybe bring some change.

[cardinalgrc]

elijahgolds·:

“I would say half is still pretty good, as long as you’re looking at it glass half full rather than empty.”

“I don’t really think there’s a glass at all. Life is just.... a serious of random events. Mostly bad events but.”

[cardinalgrc]

torresxadam·:

“I’m just glad you’re back. That other stuff is no big deal.”

“Yeah.. honestly don’t know if I’d be back at school right now if I actually had somewhere else I could go but.. no such luck.”

[cardinalgrc]

tinyrockthebells·:

“I mean, its clearly been a rough couple of weeks for you, you gotta understand where people are coming from. Some are, but I guess this last one wasn’t cause my friend was in it. He did good.”

“I don’t fucking care where people are coming from, they should have enough common sense that staring and asking me questions is rude. But uh that’s cool, I bet it was great.”

[cardinalgrc]

elijahgolds·:

“No need to apologize… How uh.. how are you doing?”

“Well, I went to like.. half my classes this past week so.. I’m.... alive? I dunno.”

[cardinalgrc]

tinyrockthebells·:

“..understandable. Um, I mean, I get it’s been a minute for you with everything. Musicals are lame anyway..”

“Yeah, I think some people think I died or something, cause whenever I go out, they look surprised to see me.. I mean, not all musicals are lame.”

[cardinalgrc]

“Um, sorry for, uh, missing out on... stuff, like the, uh, gala and um, the show..”

[cardinalgrc]

msgloriachin·:

Gloria saw that everyone was watching Grace and that didn’t sit well with her. “Hey assholes, get a life.” She called out at the bystanders before turning her attention back to Grace. “Hey, are you okay?” She asked knowing it was a bit of a dumb question.

Grace looked up from the ground when she heard a voice, an attempt at a smile appearing on her lips. As the girl approached her, she shrugged, speaking quietly, “Uh thanks for that. I’m.. not great, but I’m glad I got in and out of the hospital fast. I fucking hate that place.”

[cardinalgrc]

tinyrockthebells·:

“yo!” he shouted, running up to the girl, though he’s unsure if it’s ok to hug or to do anything rash. “i uh..holy shit..we’ve been looking for you for ages..what the fuck even happened?”

grace cringed, taking a step back as he came towards her. her arms crossed over her stomach as her shoulders curled in a bit, “police found me.” she shrugged, “i-” she shook her head, unable to talk about it.

[luthienne]

Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body is War; “The Art of Invisibility”

[Text ID: So I have mastered the art of being invisible, so breathless, if I opened my mouth only clouds would come out,]

[cardinalgrc]

jockstrcp·:

he looks like he’s seen a ghost, mouth falling open slightly when he recognizes the face from all the missing posters. “do you know people are looking for you?” he asks, maybe a bit stupidly.

grace slows to a stop, her face emotionless as she shrugs, “are they though?” she asks pointlessly before continuing, “cops found me.”

[cardinalgrc]

grace had checked herself out of the hospital once she had been told she could and was now getting out of her uber to make her way to her dorm. feeling eyes on her as she walks, she lifts her head and meets their eyes, but says nothing.

[cardinalgrc]

Pull off my armor, knees bruised and naked Peel back my skin, call out my name

tw bruises, police, body image

occurred: today, sept 16th

grace had no idea how long she’d been in this closet, all tied up. she hadn’t eaten a thing, though they did give her water every now and again before gagging her once more. and they would bring her to the bathroom once a day. how kind of them. she was pretty sure she was starting to hallucinate things, one time she could have sworn she had awoken in a field of sunflowers, the sun warm on her skin.

but no, she was still in a dark, damp closet, her hands and feet tied tight together with rope, tied to a pipe. she had grown so weak, she had given up fighting. it was clear her kidnappers wanted to punish her, but were they actually trying to kill her? she wasn’t sure. death wouldn’t be so bad at this point.

her body was so fucking tired. so fucking weak. her wrists and ankles burned from the rope. her throat was dry. her stomach felt concave with hunger. moving her arms or legs was painful. these two men had tortured her with their words, with their wandering hands on her body, with lack of food and water and lack of light. she was a shell of herself and she was starting to welcome death to her doorstep.

the closet door busted open and she expected her two kidnappers faces to come into view, but she saw policemen instead. which still wasn’t the most welcoming sight, but it was better than nothing. she didn’t move, didn’t even lift her head from the cold concrete floor. they removed her gag, cut the ropes that tied her, one of them picked her up. the police spoke to her, things were being yelled as the frat house was raided, but grace stayed silent.

there was nothing for her to say. she had been kidnapped and missing for... days? a week? and it felt like no one had been looking for her, no one had cared. had anyone cared? how had the police found her?

she now sat on the back of an ambulance, a blanket being wrapped around her. a female nurse kindly and carefully started to check her out. her eyes felt so heavy, she just wanted to sleep. curl up in a ball, under a blanket, and sleep.

she didn’t wanna talk. didn’t wanna think. everything and nothing hurt all at once.

[cardinalgrc]

text: 🔪

nessa: thank you for confirming your prescription. your order will be dropped off in the next ten minutes.

unknown number: idont undestand

[cardinalgrc]

text: open

tiny: which frat house?

unknown number: siga nu

unknown number: sigma