i'm still breathing

Evan Silver || 21

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artemisreese:

Charlie was quietly sitting on the examining table she’d been told to sit on, hand awkwardly laying in her lap, covered in bandages. There wasn’t anything wrong with her, except for a few scratches, but apparently the answers she’d been giving the medic on the scene hadn’t been satisfactory, and a few seconds later she’d been sent to the hospital for further examination. She was probably still in shock, if the overall numbness was anything to go by.

Something to her left caught her attention and grimaced slightly when she recognised Evan trying to get a nurse’s attention. He looked like shit, for a lack of a better word. Charlie hadn’t seen him at Nyra, so he must’ve been at one of the other locations she’d found out had been attacked tonight. From what she could hear he needed the phone, but there was too much to do for him to get any help.

There was too many important numbers in her phone that he couldn’t look at, so he couldn’t handle her phone on his own. It didn’t matter that they were on the same side. Because both sides had been getting lazy and comfortable. If they’d had their guards up this could’ve been prevented.

But the slightly panicked look in his eyes made her, surprisingly, want to help. He had someone who cared about him. They were probably worried. They should get to know that he was okay. “What’s the number?” she asked him, voice surprisingly steady. Maybe she should tell a nurse that she was likely to start panicking soon. “I’ll dial, you talk.”

The voice made him flinch slightly. He hadn’t been expecting it and he had expected to see a familiar face even less. There was, however, something relieving about seeing someone he knew, even if it was only for a few acknowledgement nods and hellos every now and then, took away the sense of fatality of the events of the night, seeing someone else being relatively okay made the idea of other surviving more plausible.

“”The number? I....” He frowned lightly, unsure. Jack wasn’t the most social of people and Evan wasn’t sure if he’d be okay with him sharing his number. “Your hand.” He decided to change the subject, though he did felt a pang of worry upon seeing the bandages. “Where were you?” He asked her. He hadn’t seen her at the hotel but maybe he had simply missed her or maybe she had been somewhere else and had information, she might even know if Jack was okay so there would be no need to call him. “Have you seen anyone else?” 

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

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medusaivatco:

She’d only arrived to the ER recently, and with so many swarming faces all looking much worse than hers, figuratively not literally - there’s little worse than having half of her face burned, Octavia was tended to briefly, enough to stabilize, and then left for the time being.

Without much energy, Medusa only wandered out of the direct mass of rushing bodies far enough to find a seat somewhat on the edge of the room a handful of chairs down from Oedipus. There was little going on in her brain anymore, but it was still fogged enough that for a while she didn’t even notice him - as she assumed happened with most people.

After hearing the tepid  and uncertain voice for a few minutes trying to call out here and there however, it finally peeked through to Octavia. A hand slid into the front of her leather jacket, stained with Minotaur’s blood, and pulled a phone from within. She didn’t regard the bits of blood on it as well before extending an arm towards the boy.

“I need it back.”

He would’ve bee more shocked by the sight of the burnt woman if he hadn’t felt so relieved to have a phone within his reach. The blood didn’t surprise him, didn’t bother him in the slightest, he simply grabbed the phone with careful hands, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

“Thank you.” His mind is foggy from the smoke, the chaos and the possible shock of everything that had happened but he still managed to dial the number. He pressed the phone against his ear and waited, a knot forming in his stomach when his call went to voicemail. “Hey um...I’m okay. I-I...I was at the hotel. I’ll be home later, I hope. Just...Be okay, please? I need you to be okay.” It’s a display of vulnerability that he would’ve preferred not to show but he could’t grab the phone and ran somewhere more private, he can only hope that Medusa will let it go, ignore it and never bring it up again.

“Here.” He gave back the phone, his attention finally on the woman before him. “Has a doctor seen you already? I know they have their hands full but...Do you want me to help you find somewhere to rest? To repay you for letting me use your phone.”

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jineralhospital:

“Are you injured?” He asked before anything, eyeing the kid and reaching into the pocket of his white coat. “Has anybody checked you in? Here. Passcode’s 5752.”

“What? Not really, no...I’m fine..” Better than others, at least. He was used to bruises and soreness, he could handle it. “Um...No. They have their hands full and...” He coughed for a moment, his throat aching. “I-I’m nor really injured.”

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caidenwilcox:

His attempt to salvage anything from his office had been futile. The officials would tell him later that the fire had started in the office and by the time he’d gotten there, the doorknob had been too hot to open, effectively burning his palm as he helplessly watched the rest of his office burn down.

Years of work, down the drain. Everything Cronus had left him was gone, too, and even now, as he sat on the emergency room bed with nurses and doctors frantically running around them, all he could think about was how much he’d failed. Everyone else was right - he should have seen this coming if he would’ve stepped up but he hadn’t, and this would have to be something he had to live with for the coming years. 

Caiden lifted his head and turned to the side when he heard a small, faint voice coming from a much younger figure near him. At first, it was easy for Caiden to ignore him, just chalking him off as another one of the poor souls who’d unfortunately been stuck inside the hotel. But then, it hit him. Jack. 

“You know Jack.” One of the Olympians. Caiden said abruptly, stepping off of his bed and walking towards the boy with his cellphone in his able hand since the other was now covered in bandaging. “Use this. And tell me about what happened.” 

“What?” He was about to deny it, pretend he had no idea who the other man was talking about but...But that was Zeus. The mob boss was talking to him and he would be a fool to let his chance slide. Friends close and enemies closer, he supposed. If it meant earning his place, then... “Yes. Yes, I know him.” In fact, he lived with him and he needed to know if he was okay, needed to tell him that he would be back soon enough.

“I...Thank you.” He swallowed thickly, his throat aching with the action as he carefully took the phone. “I-I’m not sure.” He frowned, looking down at the phone as he tried to remember the numbers he was suppose to dial. “I saw...I saw these two people with guns walking around. I thought they were security but....” Was it wise to admit he had been lurking through the halls near Zeus’ office? How was he supposed to explain it? “There was a lot of smoke. The guest were like a bunch of elephants.” He mused, shaking his head. “Sorry...That was rude. They all just pushed me around trying to get out and....It was messy.”

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It could be worse. A motto that his mother had drilled into his head, something she said every time she was covering up a bruise in his cheek so the teacher wouldn’t ask him about his life at home. It could be worse. Every time his dad came back home a three  smelling like a liquor store and threw bottles at the walls because his dinner was cold. It could be worse. 

So as he waited for a doctor or a nurse to at least ask him what was wrong, he kept telling himself those same words, repeating them in his head like a mantra as he kept remembering the incidents that had lead him to where he was: the fire, the panic, the screaming, the smoke. It could’ve been worse.

He looked at the clock on the wall. It was late and he had to head home. Jack would be pissed off if he came home late and woke him up, right? He didn’t want to deal with someone yelling at him after everything...He was tired and sore, his throat was dry and itchy. He wanted to go home.

“i um...Excuse me....” He coughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, rubbing his eye with the other. “Sorry to bother you but um...I-I dropped my phone. I don’t...I-I need to....I have to call someone....They don’t know where I am and I....I need to tell Jack...I-I need....I need a phone.” He tried to catch a nurse’s attention but the emergency room was swarming with people and he had always been good at staying out of sight.

It could be worse.

[wordsnquotes]

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Friedrich Nietzsche (via wordsnquotes)

[aitorcardones]

[lhzthepoet]

I cannot apologize while I still have cuts bleeding. No one has apologized for all I have lost,

or all that I have become // L.H.Z (via lhzthepoet)

[wordsnquotes]

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak  (via actualhansolo)

[gingerlattes]

are you brave? the devil asked. no, she answered, but i am alive.

and sometimes those two things are the same (entry #2) // j.a.s (via alayne-stone)

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He sticks out like a sore thumb. Too young to go unnoticed, too awkward in his suit to be the son of a millionaire, too silent to be one of the delicate creatures people secretly indulged on at The Boudoir. How had he gotten invited to such an event? A boy with no name and no cash in his pockets? The answer is simple: He was not.

The invitation was made to someone else’s name, a man deserving of being in such luxurious places despite his reluctance to come back to the society that called upon his name like sirens to tired sailors. Evan had simply stumbled upon it by mistake.

Are you going? He had asked, eyes full of wonder of what such events might be, forever impressed by the opulence and the decadency of events meant for those with money spilling out of their pockets and pearls decorating their necks.

He wants to believe it wasn’t pity what drove Jack to invite him along. A decision that now he half regrets, feeling odd amongst the luxury of the event. He doesn’t belong here and he is very aware of it but there is a part of him that doesn’t want to be chased out, a part of him that refuses to be intimidated by the champagne flutes and conversations about topics he does not understand, so he sticks to something simple when he tries to stablish a conversation with the first person he sees:

“Have you tried the truffles? The ones with specks of gold? I had no idea chocolate could taste like that.” And yes he sounds out of place but he has learned is better to embrace his place as an outsider than forever stand alone in the shadows.

[troysivan]

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