#carina.

[cxrinx]

Carina Brun asistiendo al After Party del aquelarre Pheme de bailarina de ballet. @7mscrapbook

[gvscollins]

˙ ˖ ✶ ¿Conociste a Yago?  | ft. @zagllow​ / @cxrinx​

Negó con la cabeza para responder a su pregunta.- Solo de vista, si debo ser sincero. -respondió con cautela, ya que, a pesar de aquel hecho, no quería ser un irrespetuoso.- Aunque sigo creyendo que ha sido una tragedia. -aclaró, dejando escapar un suspiro cansado.- ¿Tú sí le conocías?

[audreykarev]

starter for @carina-delucabishop​ 

“so, like i was saying - i’m really thinking of choosing obgyn/neontal as my speciality and i’d like your opinion it. i know that i could ask my mom, but i figured an outsiders opinion would be a better idea.” audrey asked the doctor, who she looked up to. audrey never really had a mentor before, she kind of just floated through her residency not knowing what she wanted to do - until the past few weeks where she had been on the OBGYN floor and loved it more than anything. 

[leadmehcme]

“Then go kill the bitch” // ✛

She shouldn’t have followed them. She shouldn’t be listening in. She shouldn’t be here.

There’s a lot of things she shouldn’t be doing.

Her heart beats frantically while she hides, breathing slow or not at all. Carina’s own hand is pressed against her mouth, fearful she’ll make too much noise and draw attention. She’s not afraid of what might happen if she’s caught… she’s afraid of what she’ll hear if she isn’t.

She’s afraid of what she’ll see. Or what she’ll know.

For the most part, she’s been kept away from whatever Damien and the rest of this camp do. She sticks near their base, keeping watch or scavenging, but never much else. Carina knows that her brother is just looking out for her, but each day he comes back bloody, she feels a little more sick. Something in her gut is begging her to trust her instincts - that something isn’t right. And she needs to figure out what.

Lately, Carina has found more and more reasons to have less faith in what her older brother’s decisions are when it comes to survival. If anything, it’s her motivation. Worrying about just what else she’ll find out doesn’t stop her from trying to gain composure in her hiding spot, tucked away behind a wall with her knees pulled up to her chest. She’s never been in this area before. It’s not too far from camp, but far enough to be… out of sight. Out of mind.

Now that she’s seen it, Carina doesn’t think it will ever be out of mind.

Damien has become colder and colder in her eyes. More willing to go further, to do more, and none of it toward humanity. Life doesn’t seem to mean anything in his hands anymore, and it’s all Carina can think about. They live in a world so filled to the brim with death that she has a hard time dealing with it. Or with anything that spurns life so easily.

And the tone in his voice… it doesn’t instill any confidence in her. It doesn’t qualm her worries or ease her conscience. It sets her jaw in anger, in fear. Her teeth clench so hard it hurts.

From where she’s hidden, she can hear the fear in another girl’s voice. She isn’t saying much, and when Carina dares to peek around the corner, she isn’t doing much.

She’s being held captive.

None of it has sunk in yet, and Carina still feels sick.

Her whole being feels sluggish when she pleads for the opposite - to think of what she can do and to act on it. Her mind is going too fast, a mile a minute, and she can’t catch up.

Not until five little words snap her in half and pull her back together.

“Then go kill the bitch.”

Damien’s words. His voice. Toneless. Hollow. She wishes it wasn’t him.

Who she is, who she thinks she is, who she hopes she is, urges her to scramble to her feet to stop this. What’s the point of living if there’s nothing to stand up for? If there’s nothing to want to be, or to change, or to reach?

But before she can do anything, before she can even start to intervene, she hears the sound of a knife cutting through flesh. She hears the thump of someone lifeless.

Her heart stops. Existence feels... heavy.

The sun cuts through the clouds just enough to shine light through the cracks.

Look for the light.

And so she does. She runs for it.