This reminds me of Adam hahahah.
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This reminds me of Adam hahahah.
Awwww, poor Justric. Have fun.
So weird! And you're in new york, right? Does it normally snow this time of year over there?
Hey there are 24 hour pizza deliveries! I know cuz I've ordered one at 2 in the morning. XD
She turned the in key to the front desk XD She can't keep it.
Yeah I was saying its a good thing they didn't go into to clean before she could make it out of the hotel. Wasn't sure what time cleaning staff would go into clean, as some hotels are different.
Yeah I was saying its a good thing they didn't go into to clean before she could make it out of the hotel. Wasn't sure what time cleaning staff would go into clean, as some hotels are different.
"No, this isn't about something my mother said....well it kind of is, but that's not why I can't marry you." Her voice was cracking now, tears running down her face. He seemed to pause, thinking about something before he continued on to say what he happened at the prom. Only he couldn't remember what happened after they both drenched in blood. It was a good thing too. Because what happened was a massacre. She wouldn't have wanted him to see or remember that side of her. Or that side of her that had once been her anyway. That had been Sara. She was Anna now. She continued to tell herself that. That she hadn't been the one to do all those horrid things. It had been another girl completely separate from her. And yet, it didn't help, because she knew she had done it, and nothing could take that back.
Her sad blue eyes looked back to him and his pitiful look made this all the more harder. Feeling the need to comfort him, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss softly to his lips before closed her eyes to calm herself, and when opened her eyes again a moment later to look at him, a pained look was on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks once again, "We were soaked in blood. They were playing that video and you grabbed my hand, I guess to try and take me away from there but....the bucket that had poured the blood on us fell..... I saw you hit in the head.You were dead, James. I...I lost it. I couldn't help it." She looked t her trembling hands, "My powers snapped just as much as I did. I wasn't myself. I....I killed them. Every single one of them. I crushed them. Cut them. Threw them against walls. And worse, I enjoyed it. At the time I enjoyed getting back at the for everything they had done to us. I felt like they all deserved death because they had brought it upon you."
She sat up again, wrapping her arms around herself, taking deep breaths, struggling to control her emotions and her powers at the same time. She wasn't even sure how she felt about it anymore.She hated the people she had killed. And at the same time she felt bad that she killed them. And even more so, she feared herself. She had never known she was capable of so much destruction. Capable to killing and torturing people in such ways. She took another shaky breath, rocking back and forth slightly now in nervousness and fear of the memories, "I took my time.....with the ones that tortured us most....especially Christine. She's the one who planned the blood prank. The one who dropped the bucket on your head. I killed her the slowest."
She refused to look at him by now. She feared his reaction. Feared he would think the same thing as her mother. That she was a monster. That she deserved to die even more than those people in the school. She moved a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped her now, "After that, they were all dead. I went inside and washed all the blood off of me....but....but it didn't help." She frantically moved her hands to her ears, "I could still hear their screams. I knew I killed all those people and nothing can change that." She was sobbing more now, her whole body trembling, "When I got out of the bath, momma found me. I thought she was okay, that she wanted to help me....but.....but she didn't.....she stabbed me James. She called me a witch and said I needed to go back to hell. She tried to kill me." She could still feel the pain in her back from her the knife had entered her. It wasn't a dire wound, but it still hurt like hell, "I didn't know what to do...I was so scared...I....I.....I killed momma....." She sobbed more now, curling up there.
Her sad blue eyes looked back to him and his pitiful look made this all the more harder. Feeling the need to comfort him, she leaned forward, pressing a kiss softly to his lips before closed her eyes to calm herself, and when opened her eyes again a moment later to look at him, a pained look was on her face, tears streaming down her cheeks once again, "We were soaked in blood. They were playing that video and you grabbed my hand, I guess to try and take me away from there but....the bucket that had poured the blood on us fell..... I saw you hit in the head.You were dead, James. I...I lost it. I couldn't help it." She looked t her trembling hands, "My powers snapped just as much as I did. I wasn't myself. I....I killed them. Every single one of them. I crushed them. Cut them. Threw them against walls. And worse, I enjoyed it. At the time I enjoyed getting back at the for everything they had done to us. I felt like they all deserved death because they had brought it upon you."
She sat up again, wrapping her arms around herself, taking deep breaths, struggling to control her emotions and her powers at the same time. She wasn't even sure how she felt about it anymore.She hated the people she had killed. And at the same time she felt bad that she killed them. And even more so, she feared herself. She had never known she was capable of so much destruction. Capable to killing and torturing people in such ways. She took another shaky breath, rocking back and forth slightly now in nervousness and fear of the memories, "I took my time.....with the ones that tortured us most....especially Christine. She's the one who planned the blood prank. The one who dropped the bucket on your head. I killed her the slowest."
She refused to look at him by now. She feared his reaction. Feared he would think the same thing as her mother. That she was a monster. That she deserved to die even more than those people in the school. She moved a hand to her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped her now, "After that, they were all dead. I went inside and washed all the blood off of me....but....but it didn't help." She frantically moved her hands to her ears, "I could still hear their screams. I knew I killed all those people and nothing can change that." She was sobbing more now, her whole body trembling, "When I got out of the bath, momma found me. I thought she was okay, that she wanted to help me....but.....but she didn't.....she stabbed me James. She called me a witch and said I needed to go back to hell. She tried to kill me." She could still feel the pain in her back from her the knife had entered her. It wasn't a dire wound, but it still hurt like hell, "I didn't know what to do...I was so scared...I....I.....I killed momma....." She sobbed more now, curling up there.
Tell me about it! Whenever school takes over I tend to tell my partners as well and try my best to post when I can.
Anna winced as he cleaned and took care of the wound. It hurt like hell, but she was relieved to know it didn't need to have stitches. That would have been very painful and close to impossible without going to the doctor, which they couldn't do. People would ask too many questions and she couldn't deal with that. Not now. Once it was all done, she went to put her shirt back on, only to pause and decide against putting the same shirt back on. It had a rip and blood stain where the knife had entered. She couldn't exactly walk around wearing that. Sighing and turning to him and giving him a soft kiss and a thank you for helping with the wound, she stood up from the bed, going over to the book bad of clothes she had brought with her, having packed it before she set the house on fire.
She slipped on a clean shirt and put the ruined one in a different pocket of the backpack, to be disposed of later when it was more convenient. Leaving the room in a mess as it was was bad enough. But they had to get out of there as quick as possible. She threw her back pack onto her back and moved with him out of the hotel room, going down the stairs and turning in the key. She hadn't used her real name to get the room. She used another fake name so if they did pitch a fit about how she left it, they wouldn't be able to find her later. Especially since every time she walked into the hallway she used her powers to black out the security cameras.
Luckily they didn't insist on checking the room before she left and she left freely, going out to the car. She knew soon she would have to get rid of the car and find another one, so as to avoid suspicion. This was her dead mother's car after all. They'd be looking for it after they found her dead body int he ashes of the burnt down house. If they found her body and more importantly identified the charred body as her and not Mira. After all, she and her mother were about the same height with the same type of body. With the body being disfigured from the flames it would be almost impossible to tell for a long time.
She road down the road quietly at first before she glanced over at Vincent, doing her best to give him a smile after thinking about her mother, "So, where are we going? It should probably be somewhere that isn't too populated."
She slipped on a clean shirt and put the ruined one in a different pocket of the backpack, to be disposed of later when it was more convenient. Leaving the room in a mess as it was was bad enough. But they had to get out of there as quick as possible. She threw her back pack onto her back and moved with him out of the hotel room, going down the stairs and turning in the key. She hadn't used her real name to get the room. She used another fake name so if they did pitch a fit about how she left it, they wouldn't be able to find her later. Especially since every time she walked into the hallway she used her powers to black out the security cameras.
Luckily they didn't insist on checking the room before she left and she left freely, going out to the car. She knew soon she would have to get rid of the car and find another one, so as to avoid suspicion. This was her dead mother's car after all. They'd be looking for it after they found her dead body int he ashes of the burnt down house. If they found her body and more importantly identified the charred body as her and not Mira. After all, she and her mother were about the same height with the same type of body. With the body being disfigured from the flames it would be almost impossible to tell for a long time.
She road down the road quietly at first before she glanced over at Vincent, doing her best to give him a smile after thinking about her mother, "So, where are we going? It should probably be somewhere that isn't too populated."
After she was taken away from the horrified scene, Aurora was told to just stay in her room for the remainder of the night. She was so confused and frightened and.....curious. Why had that strange boy torn his room apart like so? And why had he seemed so angry. More so, why did he seem so...beastly? She pondered this as she went into the bathroom that was connected to her room, taking a shower before getting in her pajamas, ready for bed. She hadn't exactly unpacked yet, but she supposed she would to wait to do so when she wasn't so tired and had more time. The blonde girl sighed as she flopped onto the bed, snuggling under the blankets and resting her head on the soft pillows, quickly falling asleep.
It was no more than ten minutes after falling asleep that she began tossing and turning before sitting up in bed and walking out of the room, her expression dim and eyes glazed over, as all sleepwalkers looked when roaming about. She on a normal basis only sleep walked when she was getting stressed, and lately her life had been rather stressful. Dealing with school, working and having to live in a new place, seeing that strange boy, knowing her father was all alone in that recovery center. It was no surprise Aurora was sleep walking. It would have been a surprise if she hadn't been.
She walked along down the hallways, picking and straightening up as she would if she were awake, making her way through the mansion until she finally made it to the very room she shouldn't have gone in. She walked into the beast like boy's room, picking up an straightening up certain things, moving in a slow pace that seemed almost mechanical.
She continued her sleeping work, unaware of the anger this might bring the boy and of the danger she might be in by causing such anger.
It was no more than ten minutes after falling asleep that she began tossing and turning before sitting up in bed and walking out of the room, her expression dim and eyes glazed over, as all sleepwalkers looked when roaming about. She on a normal basis only sleep walked when she was getting stressed, and lately her life had been rather stressful. Dealing with school, working and having to live in a new place, seeing that strange boy, knowing her father was all alone in that recovery center. It was no surprise Aurora was sleep walking. It would have been a surprise if she hadn't been.
She walked along down the hallways, picking and straightening up as she would if she were awake, making her way through the mansion until she finally made it to the very room she shouldn't have gone in. She walked into the beast like boy's room, picking up an straightening up certain things, moving in a slow pace that seemed almost mechanical.
She continued her sleeping work, unaware of the anger this might bring the boy and of the danger she might be in by causing such anger.
Kay.
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