MADE OF SUNSHINE.

  𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒗𝒂𝒍. 𝒙𝒗𝒊. 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓.

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♡       :       @hellfyred​  !

        ❛     papa ?     ❜   her voice is a soft whisper , grassy hues filled with terror and the pain she attempts to conceal every day as she slowly backed away from the hair-raising hallucination of her father who was currently making his way towards the petrified blonde. she had somehow managed to get lost in the garden outback , the world around her turning into her own personal hell.

        she fumbles for her phone. dominique. she needs to warn dominique so their father doesn’t get her too , but the phone is melting in her hands thanks to the drug corrupting her system , causing it to fall from her grasp to the floor with a now cracked screen. 

      so she does the only thing she can do at this point. she runs. the petite blonde now getting lost deeper within the garden until her trembling body is colliding with another , the impact almost causing her to tumble to the floor in the process.

[ofethcrevl-blog]

♡       :       @hellfyred !

     along with being assigned a lab partner, also came a set task for them both, which in other words meant the two of them having to work together on a project during after school hours. this had caused a flare of anxiety to well up in the pit of her stomach, worrying over what lengths of deceit she’d have to go through to keep up her facade of a normal teenage girl ; one that isn’t affiliated with a deadly gang, or on the run from her diabolical father. as slender digits reach out to ring the doorbell of the lees household, the petite blonde could only hope she had received the right address as she awaited anxiously to be greeted.