I&#x27;m Impulsive

See? I’m fun.

Yeah I see. So what else do you do for fun?

I once stayed up past midnight. Done, and done.

Damn you're right. I actually think you're too fun for me.

I am too.

Oh yeah? Prove it.

Nothin’ special.

I highly doubt that.

I don’t know…huh.

You're no fun.

Something interesting. Fun, rebellious, outrageous.

Well you've got me interested, can you be more specific now?

#eleanor

I really was staring at nothing. I do that sometimes, zone out.

Well what were you thinking about then, if your mind was so far away?

[sighs] But it’s boring just sitting in the silence. I mean yeah, it’s nice not hearing the blabbering of idiots for a while but having nothing to do isn’t fun.

What do you suggest we do instead?

#eleanor

Nothing.

You were definitely staring at something. Spill.

hollymiller-said-deactivated201

She reached her hand out. Exhilarating? What was he? Some kind of sick twisted sadistic creep? She still didn’t face him, tears were still coming out her eyes. Her hand twisted. She had no idea if this would work, but she wasn’t thinking about that. All she wanted to do was get revenge, because the truth is, she was still angry. She was still upset. She hadn’t forgiven and unfortunately for the boy, she was going to take 7 years of anger out on him. The sink began to rumble and she knew the water pressure was building up. With one sharp hand flick the sink erupted a sense of power emerged over her. She stood up, facing the boy and walked over to him. “There are so many things I can do to. I could make you drown. I could suck all the moisture out from you with a single touch. I could shatter you bones with a single swipe of my hand. I am not weak any more.” That last comment wasn’t so much directed at him any more. In fact she began to wonder if any of it was.

Timothy looked over at the sink as it exploded, though his face stayed disinterested and unimpressed, then he looked back at her as she stood up. He smiled slightly as she shouted at him, at her threats. They were just words, empty or not, he didn't really care. He shrugged when she'd finished. "Good for you." He said mockingly, a smirk set on his lips. "Do you want to get some food or something? I'm starving." He asked, rubbing his stomach for affect

#holly

Am I missing something or is it really quiet?

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh, you're ruining the peace.

#eleanor

What are you staring at?

#xgystarter

Well other than killing someone, there has to be a way to break the rules. A fun way.

#I look forward to it!#eleanor

Hmm, what about setting fire to the grounds, having sex on Professor X's desk, shaving people's eyebrows off?

Well I guess so, I’m always happy, so probably.

Always happy? Well that sounds horrible.

[chuckles] Probably. But I think I’d rather wait until someone did something to make me hurt them, before I jumped to doing it for no reason.

#eleanor #he's like oh yeah I was totally joking!

That's probably the best course of actions. Sounds an awful lot like following the rules though.

hollymiller-said-deactivated201

As his fingers lifted, she turned her body around allowing everything to release. She began shaking, tears started flooding out of her eyes. She gripped the scars on her neck, trying to get them to stop hurting. Instead all she was doing was replaying the scenes in her head. Replaying the pain. Replaying the heart ache. But then she paused, remembering what he had said. “I would rather feel something, any day. No matter if it’s hate, or love or regret. No matter if it’s the pain of scars or the ecstasy of sex. And if you choose not to feel, you choose not to be alive.”