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ღ;; “Elie told me silver hurts—-” Before then it was one of those things she was hesitant to believing about? Especially considering how much television and fiction blur or add in weaknesses to get readers interested. “But, I guess I.. can understand..” And here we have a brief flashback to Abri being a newborn and purposely stepping out into the sun every time she’d come out of that bloodlust controlled fog. Glad that is over. “Still, it doesn’t make it…” Morally right.
"It's..." Yes, it hurts. Just be thankful she didn't go through with shooting herself in the head--That would've been worse. Much, much worse... If she can't kill herself, she may as well put herself in enough pain that she'd wish she was dead, right? Val logic is the worst kind. The wolf will remain quiet. Not... In the mood for arguing--Not in the mood for anything, really. She just wants to curl up and sleep forever. Speaking of which, can werewolves fall into comas? She'd have to look into that--By running in front of a bus or something.
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ღ;; “—-..” Look who’s finally come to freshen up the corpse smell in the house. “Val—..” Snatching away the knife would be a good idea, so Abri’s going to do just that.
"Oh..." Why do people keep doing that--Sigh. The little wolf will just bow her head, not going to look at the vampire, nope.
“You shouldn’t hurt yourself like this..” And so the elder wolf sat next to her and lazily rested his head at her shoulder. “..why?”
She can't bring herself to answer--It's a multitude of things. Just going to keep quiet because she fears that if she opens her mouth, she'll just start crying again. And she really doesn't want that.
Insert a concerned Elie here? Thus he snatched the knife away and tossed it side because ow that hurt to touch.
"You didn't have to..." But there's not much she can do about it now. She'll just make sure her sleeves are pulled all the way down, and bring her knees to her chest.
Still doesn't understand why they have silver knives in a house filled with werewolves. But oh well, it came in handy?
She still feels really, really awful---...
"---..." She misses her dad. She misses her aunt. She misses her old friends. She misses that teacher that would always give her free passes when she handed in homework late because he knew how awful her home life was. Valerie misses everything good in her life. Because there's none left. There's no good, it's all bad it's all--It's horrible. It's so horrible. And she's sick of it. She doesn't want to do it anymore she--
...Has stolen Nick's gun. The only gun in the house he's made sure to keep hidden away from her. For moments like this, of course. Those moments when everyone's gone out, when she's the only one home. When her emotions are haywire courteous of the full moon. Of course, she doesn't particularly want to die. In a weeks time she'd be glad she didn't have the guts to go through with it--
But right now... Right now she's not thinking clearly. Right now her judgement's clouded and the gun's loaded with a single silver bullet and resting in her hand. Cuts on her forearms and thighs are taking longer than usual to heal--Why do they even have silver knives in a house filled with werewolves?
It's so silly.
Lying on her back, the little wolf stares at the ceiling. She's thinking. She's thinking of reasons to stay alive. So far she can't really think of anything. Sure, there's her adoptive brothers, but they'd move on. They'd be okay--It'd take time, but they'd get over it, they'd forget about her.
Everyone else has.
"Wow television is really awful right now--" Nothing's on? Possibly making Alex buy her some new DVDs.
A wild grumpy wolf appeared!
▼ --; Where... Did everyone go? Nick's at work, sure, Alex is at work, Blake is god knows where and Heather's probably passed out on a bench--Maybe she should try finding her. Eh, too much effort. Pigging out on Nick's cookies instead, yes, good.