Aug 14, 2017
“Who did this?”
@supervivientc /Send “Who did this?” for your muse to discover my muse with a black eye or a busted lip
she’s wiping a tear on her sleeve when piper comes up to her. eliza shouldn’t cry, no one ever likes a cry baby. her brother’s voice is ringing around in her head as she tries to shake it out. this is the reason why she doesn’t go to parties. something always bad happens.
“some guy i don’t know. he elbowed me right in the eye and then he yelled at me because he spilled his beer.” eliza wishes she could say that she stood up for herself, told him where to stick his beer, but she froze. eliza doesn’t even remember leaving the party. “i’ll be fine. he was just drunk i think.”