Things haven't improved much in the last few days, if anything in my opinion they've gotten worse. We're not the same group we used to be, working together to find the solution to whatever the hell is wrong with Cristoff. More like everyones got their own reasons to do research in their own corner of the mansion. Me, personally, have taken to
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I pause as I see Izzy sitting in the courtyard. She is sitting alone, looking depressed. I frown, it couldn't be easy for her to be able to feel everything going on. Not that I would know, we really haven't talked the past few days. Really didn't know what to say.
At the very least though, I want to see if she's okay. Looking around and listening, I conclude thats its just us in the courtyard. Everyone else is inside. The girl is probably still with Cristoff. I walk over to her and sit on the bench she is on.
"Hey."
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He must've ran into something on patrol, he's all tired and sore. "How was patrol? You okay?"
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"Are you okay?"
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Am I okay? No not really but theres still the part that don't want to worry him. "Just feeling a little useless at the moment."
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I start clutching my head, covering my ears to block her out. Its not working, she just raises her voice. "stop, be quiet. I am not a murderer. It was an accident, I am NOT a murderer!" As if the time in the basement wasn't enough, now she still won't stop. I know i shouldn't listen, that I should tell her to go away, but she won't leave.
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He's as much fun as Cristoff.
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"Just stop, please. It was an accident, I'm not a murderer. I didn't mean to shoot him, just go away you monster," my voice is choked up with tears. I want to curl up into a ball and die, i feel rotten to my core. "Help me Izzy..." I whimper. "please make her, just make her go away."
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