consequences // closed
@hvmantaser // cont’d
Nadzieja had always been on square one. Relocation? Been there, done that too many times. It had become a part of her nature at the ripe age of seventeen. So much so, she felt that she couldn’t do anything but this. Teetering on square one, she couldn’t even imagine what life would be like on the second square. Was she that afraid of taking that jump that she was going to go back to what she had always done? Even she couldn’t believe it. She was trying to be good - truly trying. Someone cared about her, and she couldn’t handle it. It only made her self-destructive nature worse. Who would ever want to care about this messed-up heap? And who would care about her when she acted like this? It was a defence. Everything always came out the wrong way, no the worst way. It was the only way she knew how.
She turned right on her heels, her open jacket hitting the wall banging against the wall as she did so. Too soft to make a loud jolting noise, but hard enough to make the tough girl wince at the sound. She was never tough enough. He was already going through her cracks and she couldn’t have it. Yet there they were. Yet there she was, still standing near him despite this rage.
No, it wasn’t rage. It was fear that raged through her bones, within every joint that she moved. If anything, hearing those words made matters worse. Remorse coursed through her veins, yet she only clenched her jaw. “Really? Because it sounds like you’re trying to stop me.” She sucked in one gaunt cheek as her hazel eyes peered into his only for a moment. “Why do you even care? It’s only me that has to deal with the consequences.”
“Why even bother, Quinn?”
