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[Everything ached.]
[Pain blurred her senses.]
[It felt like it was constricting her throat. Wrapped tightly around her wrists and holding her down.]
[And then she woke up and it was gone. It was a dream. A startlingly realistic dream. Then she started to sit up and realized she couldn’t recognize the room. It looked clean. Clinical, even. Raising her hands to sign.]
‘Where am I?’
❛ ------------------ !! ❜
It's a near-manic laugh that passes, then. At the ludicrousy that one would be FOOLISH enough to tread upon her land. Certainly, there was no telltale sign that it belonged to her but this is a fact that no longer occurs to a logical mind.
❛ You must have a death wish, sir. What is your name? ❜
CHAOTICMXND liked for a starter.
❛ As my friend, you’d be honest with me about ANYTHING, right?? ❜
“Absolutely NOT. There is no way I’m doing that.”
chaoticmxnd.
❝hey -- kid.❞
takes one to know one. ❝-- you realize that’s illegal, right? see the sign? see that big red line crossing out the squiggly smoke diagram? do you mind?❞ one squirming finger then weasels its way from her fist and she jerks it in the direction of a lit cigarette. ❝it stinks. and it’s bad for you. and stay in school, or whatever.❞
Uneasy people make Madison uneasy. They're nothing but trouble, even if they seem harmless. An irregular heartbeat makes her shift in her seat.
"Want to talk about it?”
chaoticmxnd.
❛ LET GO of my hand ! ❜
ENOUGH. images flashed through the MESS of her brain, juggling from reality to the dysfunctional PAST of the boy. it hurt, it hurt.
chaoticmxnd liked this post for a starter.
Kira walked down the hallway of the mansion, with her bag on her back trying her best to find her way around.
“Okay- my room should be right... here-” She let out a frustrated sigh as she turned the corner, realizing she was back where she started. “Damn it- I thought I had it that time.”
