I don’t think you could gouge someones hands out, but if you can…. well that’s impressive?
Hey, everything is doable with a knife.

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@kyra-decker
I don’t think you could gouge someones hands out, but if you can…. well that’s impressive?
Hey, everything is doable with a knife.
"Nothing feels as righteous as a victory in court!"
"And how would you know?"
I wouldn't. That's why I said I believe instead of I know.
I… didn’t say anything.
"Right. Sorry. I'm a bit edgy lately so I've started hearing things, obviously."
Actually, yes but I think also helps that I’ll pass in good company…and I can also bring my dog with us…Destination: Spanish Island called Palma
Well that wonderful! Have a good time then.
What?
Meredith stared at the drawings before returning her gaze onto Kyra. The pictures were more incriminating than the girl knew… Meredith thought back to how the school therapist had tried to diagnose her based on the artwork her teacher had shared behind her back. Meredith however, was no therapist.
"Uh-uhm… Has something really fucked up your life lately?" She blurted out, a little too bluntly, before cringing at how ungentle it sounded.
Well, I uh... Sort of. [Kyra thought about talking to Meredith about her witchcraft, the one she's recently found out about, but she knew the girl would either laugh or scoff. It was a large and weird secret and she can't trust anyone. Her dad told her that.]
Can i see?
Of course. Do you know what it means?
It means you need some rest Kyra..
I know. But, it's just so frustrating! It's always the same image. It's like I'm under hypnosis while I draw it. I don't remember I've made it and than bam! I find like 15 of them scattered around my room.
"There’s so many recipes and none of them are useful." He spoke, turning to the person next to him. "I don’t know how women do this."
How hard it is to read a recipe?
I just want to open a really angry coffee shop called “I’m Not a Morning Person” and name all the drinks really angrily. Like, “Can I Get a Fuck You” or “I’m Studying for Finals” or “My In-Laws are in Town”. And they all have shots of tequila in them.
That actually sounds great!
"Please tell me I didn’t loose it"
Lose what?
I forgot how perverted some of the guys in this town are. Just because I’m flirting with their friends, doesn’t give them the right to try and grab my ass.
Oh, I hate those people. They're so annoying and made me want to gouge their eyes out.
Or hands.
"Nothing feels as righteous as a victory in court!"
I believe it doesn't.
Kyra Decker | Questionnaire File for the end of her college Freshman year | Closed Self-para
Kyra Decker was sitting by her desk, on the last day of her freshman year in college. The bell rang and the teacher entered, placing a single sheet of white paper before every student. Taking a pen, Kyra scanned though the questions and rolled her eyes. 'This should be easy.' she thought. Another questionnaire about how she spent her year and other crap. Urgh.
Meredith couldn’t help but glance over at the girl when she heard her frantic complaint. That sounded familiar… She strode over, as casually as possible and gave the drawings a better look from beside the girl. “Nightmares, Kyra?”
Yeah. Both nightmares and these weird pictures I'm drawing whenever I wake up. What the fuck does it mean, Mere, should I be scared or something?
Maybe your mind is trying to tell you something…
I thought about it, but I have absolutely no idea what does it mean.
Isaac is casually sitting on the entrance roof of apartment, writing stuff in his journal when he noticed a rock being thrown at him. He turned his head and smirked at the person. “Can i help you?”
Not really, I just wanted to see if I'm still good at aiming. [Kyra laughed and waved at Isaac.]