Realistic or Modern curdled ; a psych ward rp [OPEN]

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions:

The latest spitfire episode had ended just as quickly as it had begun, and Ernst couldn't be more thankful. After the Skye incident this morning, Ernst had become increasingly fed up with the constant drama around the ward. He often felt as though the staff didn't do enough to prevent it, like they just let it happen. They probably find some sort of sick entertainment in it. He thought grimly, sitting up in his chair and waiting for the group therapy session to reconvene. For the fist time in his whole 16 years of life, Ernst couldn't wait to get on with this meeting. Poor Ryland... the good-intentioned therapist certainly had his hands full with this group.

God forbid anyone else feels like having a conniption...

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions:

Ryland finally decided to rein the situation in, but Kyle was past the point of noticing or caring. Everyone was talking over each other, moving around erratically. There was no order to anything that they were doing. The atmosphere had devolved into disarray, disorder... Chaos, if you will. Kyle's need for straight-laced order had been effectively thrown out the window. He hated this... He hated this place, this room, these people.

The 13 year old looked horrified, his posture crumpled and his arms clutching his ribcage as if the sheer havoc had physically injured him. He finally took a seat in the circle, but only to curl up and bury his head in his arms, speechless and frozen save for his sudden, conclusive tics that made the small-framed teen appear somewhat like a malfunctioning machine. He couldn't formulate the thought, but he wanted to go home, go back to school and deal with the usual hazards again. He never thought there would be a place he'd hate more than school.​

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy (The Jerry Springer Show: Teen Psych ward edition)
Mentions: Natural Flavour , ElectricDandellion , crossofjesus

Evan was stunned by Skye's attempt to comfort Daisy, It was like punching a Tiger in the jaw. Evan brushed Daisy's comment off like it was nothing. at first, he assumed she was just being a jerk for the sake of being a jerk. Evan wasn't trying to act smug about his correction. He just wanted to politely inform her about it & offer up an explanation of the term. Since most people often don't know what it means. He really didn't enjoy Ryland's logic about group therapy. To him, it made no sense 'How are we suppose to learn coping mechanisms for our issues when our disorders are completely different!? Wouldn't the most logical solution be to place us into group sessions with people who have the same disorders?' Evan thought deeply.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name: Pollux Sylvester Rho
Location: Running to the group therapy room, shit, shit, shit.
With: Whoever else is in this godforsaken place.

Pollux knew he didn't belong here. He knew because he was smarter than everyone, and that was a fact. Everyone was an idiot except for him, and that was why they trapped him in this place, with these psychos. Away from Jan. Poor Jan. She probably needed him to breathe, function and think. (Or maybe it was the other way around.)

Regardless, he found himself waking up late despite the multiple rounds of people harassing him about it. Fuck them. They were lesser. Sitting around, thinking they had any right telling him what to do. Perhaps he continued snoozing out of pure spite, as that was his reasoning for a great many things in this day and age. Working, sleeping, eating, breathing, all out of spite towards some stupid authority figure that tried to control him like a circus monkey. Fuck your circus. But regardless, it was at this point that he was practically being dragged out of bed by the staff for group therapy, AKA an act in humiliation. He didn't need everyone under the sun knowing about his problems or whatever. Obviously they just wanted to mock him.

'Target behavior'. 'Solution'. What a load of shit-fuck.

Regardless, he found himself surrounded by peering eyes, still wearing his pajamas and everything. He wasn't making eye contact. These people had not earned his eye contact.

Name: Opal Marie Harlowe
Location: Making her way to therapy... after breakfast.
With: A brand-new group of enemies.

Attempting a suicide was a mistake. Not because Opal didn't want to die, no, just because she didn't succeed.

This place wasn't hell. It was something far more sinister, in Opal's eyes. It was a sanitized safe house, shoving the pain outside its walls to "cure" the people within. Which probably sounded great to most people. But Opal found she highly preferred holding onto that pain, until it consumed her, like vines on an abandoned house. She had her eyes locked in a staring contest with the staff member beside her, as she picked at her breakfast, served in a foam container. She took one bite, feeling it squirm down into her bloodstream, clogging every pore with lipids. Made her wanna kill herself.

Everything did, really.

When she was done with whatever was put in front of her, that staff member followed her to the bathroom. Thank god he didn't come inside. She never, ever, ever wanted to have another man with her, alone in the bathroom. He just stood outside. She couldn't purge, so she just washed her hands and left.

They had been oddly kind about the wallpaper. This place was old, and most of the rooms were painted over. They agreed to tear down that awful flowered wallpaper in her room, they didn't even ask why. And she slept alone. (According to a conversation she overheard, that's what they do with victims of sexual trauma. When you're forced to keep your bedroom door open, you overhear a lot of things. It also makes it really hard to fall asleep, with the light piercing through her door.)

Then she was walked to group therapy. They were all looking at her. She covered her body with her hands, dressed in a loose, pale dress. (There was a ribbon that she used to show off how her waist was looking, but they pulled it out.) She covered her eyes, next, why couldn't she have nine-hundred arms so she could cover everything? She scuttled to an empty corner, drawing her knees to her face. Don't look. Please, god.​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Chaos
Mentions: Twin Fantasy Chimney Swift @Spiritual Shrub crossofjesus

Skye felt awful and lost and alone. The chaos continued on after she sat down. Daisy left, two new patients entered, and one sat in the corner, curled up in a ball. The other, Skye couldn’t figure out their gender, and that bothered Skye. The boy with the twitch came into the circle and curled up into a little ball. Skye was sort of curled up in a ball, but she had to keep her wide eyes looking all around the room, otherwise she wouldn’t be safe. One of her old counsellors said it was a control thing. Skye punched herself mentally, for that. So much chaos... would they even notice if she left? The guarding nurse was gone; she had escorted Daisy out. Skye slipped out of her seat while the other patients were still finding a seat, and snuck behind Ryland’s seat, so he couldn’t see her either. Then she started slowly making her way to the door. Step.... step... step..... Her eyes looked all around, looking for those who’s heads weren’t down. Would they be watching her? Would they betray her? Would they understand and just let her go, for Pete’s sake?? Would Ryland turn his head? Please, please, no.

 

[crossofjesus]

ryland greene

Ryland had sighed, trying to not look tired as two patients had entered the room. He decided that he wouldn't go through the whole introduction thing again, as that had proved to do more harm than good.

"Everyone, meet Opal and Pollux." Ryland smiles, sitting up straight in his chair as the two patients took a seat. He decided to put that whole scenario that had happened minutes before behind him, and explained the rules;
1. You're not allowed to tell others to 'shut up' etc.
2. Put a trigger warning if you're going to be discussing anything that could be triggering to any patients, like abuse.
3. What happens in this room, stays in this room, in regards to telling other patients who may not be in this group.
4. You're allowed to leave if a subject you're not comfortable with is being discussed.

"Unless anyone has any questions or concerns, I can surely say that we're ready to start discussing what we'll talk about today." He nods, smiling to each of the rather glum-looking patients. Probably worn out from Daisy's 'explosion'.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers.

Ryland had sighed, trying to not look tired as two patients had entered the room. He decided that he wouldn't go through the whole introduction thing again, as that had proved to do more harm than good.

"Everyone, meet Opal and Pollux." Ryland smiles, sitting up straight in his chair as the two patients took a seat. He decided to put that whole scenario that had happened minutes before behind him, and explained the rules;
1. You're not allowed to tell others to 'shut up' etc.
2. Put a trigger warning if you're going to be discussing anything that could be triggering to any patients, like abuse.
3. What happens in this room, stays in this room, in regards to telling other patients who may not be in this group.
4. You're allowed to leave if a subject you're not comfortable with is being discussed.

"Unless anyone has any questions or concerns, I can surely say that we're ready to start discussing what we'll talk about today." He nods, smiling to each of the rather glum-looking patients. Probably worn out from Daisy's 'explosion'.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: Twin Fantasy crossofjesus

Ryland began to speak, and Skye froze. If you don't move a muscle, no one will see you. Once he got to the rules part, Skye took one step.... then another... She was almost at the door. About three steps away. Sky turned her head slowly, looking to see where everyone's attention was focused, when she saw it. The new boy was staring right at her, silently. Just watching, like a predator, stalking prey. And oh boy, Skye felt like prey. Her heart beat blasted in her ears. Her eyes wide, she put her finger up to her lips and shook her head. Please don't tell on me, please.... She took one more step, her eyes locked with the boy's. Please...

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name: Pollux Sylvester Rho
Location: Group fucking therapy
With: A group of quivering pussies

Haha. He seriously had to put a warning if he was gonna say some shit? Sorry if Suzy Wets-the-bed can't handle Pollux uttering the word "rape". If sentences cause you a panic attack, maybe you should go to a chiropractor to get your backbone fixed. Internally, Pollux hi-fived himself for the remark. He was right. Why was half of the goddamn room curled up into a ball? Ain't they ever seen a doctor before? Then again, Ryland was giving Pollux 'camp counselor' more than 'therapist'.

His eyes darted around the room, in search of something to grab onto visually. A dented ceiling? No, he didn't really care about that unless it broke and fell on someone. Ryland? Hell no. He didn't want to bless the old fuck with his visual presence. Slowly he came to some girl who was... trying to leave. His eyes narrowed. That bitch! Why should he have to stay if she's gonna leave? His nose wrinkled. Nobody was paying attention to him. God, he wished he had something to throw at her. That'd be funny. That'd be hilarious. People threw things at Pollux all the time, and they thought it was funny. He didn't, because he knew he was God, but that's a discussion for another day.

"Hey!" He stood up, pointing at the stranger. "Sit the fuck down, if I have to stay here, so do you!" His lip was curled into a snarl. It was an expression that read, I wanna smack those freckles off of that pretty little face.

Mentions: Natural Flavour crossofjesus ​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Hell
Mentions: Twin Fantasy

Skye let out a frightened cry, and slunk up against the wall. Now everyone was staring at her. Her lip trembled and tears came to her eyes. "I- I don't have to l-listen to you!" She cried out, in a pathetic attempt to be defiant. "I- I don't have to listen t-to to anybody!"

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: World War 3.
Mentions: Twin Fantasy , Natural Flavour

Evan was shocked at this new guy who had just entered the room. Evan was seething with rage at this guy's words. He contemplated whether he should intervene. He knew Skye was leaving but didn't want her to get caught. He decided to stick up for Skye. And let his anger show "Dude, Sit down & zip it. What makes you think you have authority over anyone!? Well news flash, You don't. So sit down & leave her alone. Oh, And by the way, if you think yelling over me is gonna give you the upper hand. It won't, Just because you're yelling over me doesn't mean you're right. so do us all a favor & get off your fucking imaginary throne & mind your fucking business." Evan shot back in a snarky & abrasive tone. Evan walked over to Skye & spoke softly "It's okay, go ahead & leave If you feel uncomfortable. Nobody's forcing you to stay."

 

[Chimney Swift]

Ernst Vogel

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions: Pollux Rho Twin Fantasy , Evan Parker TF81

If one had looked at Ernst as the third fight started to break out, one could have almost seen steam pouring from his ears. He wasn't just exasperated anymore; he was furious. This was the last thing on the schedule that needed to be dragged out by this asinine bitching and moaning. Fed up, Ernst gripped the side of his chair --the only thing keeping him from just walking out of the room-- and glared around at everyone, as if they were all somehow responsible. "For pity's sake, does everything have to be a fight?!" He demanded, knowing on some level that he was only adding to the vitriol, but he had spent his last thread of patience minutes ago. "Have some self respect!" Unlike Evan and several of the others, Ernst wasn't too liberal with use of profanity. He found that it didn't help matters in the slightest... even if it did make him sound old and standoffish. He gritted his teeth, tapping his bony fingers against his knee in irritation.

Kyle Fiddler

Location: Group Therapy Room
Mentions:

Kyle knew better than to interject. All he had to do, he thought, was keep telling himself that it would be okay if he just stayed out of the way. Even though he felt like he was drowning; the whole world swallowed up by havoc and disarray, it wasn't worth it to stand up to it. At home, that would have gotten him laughed at. At school it would have gotten him kicked in the ribs. He didn't want to know what would happen here, in what felt like the single most disorganized and unpredictable place he'd ever been.

He didn't seem to realize that he was hyperventilating, or that his hands were trembling and pulling at his hair. He couldn't hear the sound of himself stammering incoherently over the imaginary sound of his own brain overloading. He was stuck in that hallway point between dissociation and being hyper-aware of his surroundings. That it was too loud, everyone was still arguing, no one was following the rules. By all accounts, a highly unpleasant state to be in. Had he been as lucid as Skye, he likely would have been long since out of here by now. Through the blurred mass of thoughts scrambling through his mind, he wondered if it was possible to forget what quiet felt like.​

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name: Pollux Sylvester Rho
Location: Group therapy/the war
With: These assholes!

Woah woah woah, when was he fighting? He was just stating an opinion. Suddenly everyone was fucking white knight-ing for this bitch like she owned the place. They probably wanted that nookie. Gross. He directed his words at Evan, momentarily. "Lick my schlong, you self-righteous dildo." His lower lip stuck out as he blew his bangs away from his face. Stupid hair! And then that ginger guy. Somehow he pissed Pollux off even more than the other dude.

You're not my dad.

He didn't give himself a chance to think before suddenly he was skittering across the room, straight in Ernst's direction. No word on his motive. No idea why, or why he'd think it was a good idea, for that matter. If things went the way he wanted, he'd hopefully have locked his jaws down directly on Ernst's shoulder. Oh yeah. Pollux was a biter.

Mentions Natural Flavour TF81 Chimney Swift

Name: Opal Marie Harlowe
Location: Hell, clearly
With: Herself, her thoughts, and god knows what else

Human beings were disgusting. Opal had decided that a long time ago. She felt like, even in a place that was supposed to be full of people like her, the thought was only being further confirmed. All of these ugly, nasty people...

They probably wanted her dead. They were all angry and hate-filled. If only there was something she could end her own fucking life with. That would be nice, and easy, and then she wouldn't have to sit here with her hands clamped over her ears. Horrible, horrible people. "Please stop." Her voice was small. Probably overpowered by all of the loud...​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Major Hecc
Mentions: Twin Fantasy TF81 Chimney Swift

Skye was more angry than frightened now. That boy's words to Evan was too much for her. Before she knew what she was doing, she exploded. All time stopped, right there. She was trembling. "You don't say that to him!" Her voice grew swiftly louder and angrier. "You want something to interact with your d*ck, do you? DO YOU!? WELL THEN WHY DON'T YOU STICK IT IN A POWER OUTLET!!!!" Skye grabbed a long shard of glass she had saved from her 'incident' this morning, and rushed at the boy, who was now nearing Ernst. It would've been odd, from a bystander's perspective, to see the undersized girl first utter something like that, and then rush at the older boy with a knife-like shard of glass in her fist, jabbing it into his arm, and pulling down, hoping it would shred like a curtain. Skye also hoped he screamed like a little girl.

 

[TF81]

Evan Parker
Location: Group Therapy
Mentions: Twin Fantasy , Natural Flavour , Chimney Swift

Evan smirked at the new guy's response about his schlong. He decided to reply with a witty comeback "Woah, You gotta buy me dinner first." Evan noticed that Ernst seemed to be on the brink of losing his cool. which He later turned out to be right, Evan saw that Skye had come to his defense. just as he had done for her. Suddenly in the blink of an eye, Evan was experiencing Deja-vu as he saw Skye jam a shard of glass possibly from earlier into the new guy's arm as the new guy was doing his best Jeffrey Dahmer impersonation on Ernst's shoulder, Evan was shocked at the current scene that was unfolding before him. Evan was stuck thinking 'How does she still have that!? Isn't it standard protocol to check a patient's pockets & clothes for any potential items that could be used as weapons?'

 

[crossofjesus]

dan belle

Daisy's brief meltdown from before truly was the calm before the storm. Within five minutes of her leaving, and barely a minute after Ryland had explained the rules, two patients-- the stuttery one, which he knew as Skye, and the one who started the commotion. Pollux.

He had really, really hoped that Ryland could control this situation. He was the 'leader' and whatnot, so it was only certain that he would intervene, right?

Wrong. Time seemed to go in slow motion for Dan as Skye retrieved a shard of glass from her pocket, and struck it into Pollux's arm. Dan screamed, just like a little girl. He thought that this was meant to be a safe place. Therapy was usually safe place, not a place where traumatic memories would grow.

/coded by allure/

ryland greene

Ryland's eyes widened when Skye had pulled out a shard of glass, stabbing it into Pollux's arms. "Shit." He mumbled, grabbing Skye briskly, but not harsh enough to hurt her and opening the door to call for security. How had this session gotten so out of hand twice?

Security eventually came, taking Skye along with them. Ryland had also asked the nurse in the room to take Pollux to first aid, as blood was going quickly from beading at the surface of their skin to running slowly down their bicep. Once both Pollux and Skye had been escorted out, Ryland gathered his things and turned to the group. "I'm sorry to cut this group short, but I gotta- gotta go fill out some paperwork. Same time tomorrow, okay?" He smiles weakly, exiting the room.

/coded by allure/

Spoiler: mobile vers

DAN

Daisy's brief meltdown from before truly was the calm before the storm. Within five minutes of her leaving, and barely a minute after Ryland had explained the rules, two patients-- the stuttery one, which he knew as Skye, and the one who started the commotion. Pollux.

He had really, really hoped that Ryland could control this situation. He was the 'leader' and whatnot, so it was only certain that he would intervene, right?

Wrong. Time seemed to go in slow motion for Dan as Skye retrieved a shard of glass from her pocket, and struck it into Pollux's arm. Dan screamed, just like a little girl. He thought that this was meant to be a safe place. Therapy was usually safe place, not a place where traumatic memories would grow.


RYLAND

Ryland's eyes widened when Skye had pulled out a shard of glass, stabbing it into Pollux's arms. "Shit." He mumbled, grabbing Skye briskly, but not harsh enough to hurt her and opening the door to call for security. How had this session gotten so out of hand twice?

Security eventually came, taking Skye along with them. Ryland had also asked the nurse in the room to take Pollux to first aid, as blood was going quickly from beading at the surface of their skin to running slowly down their bicep. Once both Pollux and Skye had been escorted out, Ryland gathered his things and turned to the group. "I'm sorry to cut this group short, but I gotta- gotta go fill out some paperwork. Same time tomorrow, okay?" He smiles weakly, exiting the room.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Name: Pollux Sylvester Rho
Location: First aid
With: Some nurses, or something

Wounded? On the contrary, that whore blessed him. He was blessed right out of group therapy. The pain was nigh unbearable, it stung so fucking much. He was covered in blood, old wounds from the incident reopened into a long, red welt, blossoming like a rose. He was really more mad that his Marilyn Manson t-shirt was wrecked forever, now. At least it wasn't the Eminem shirt. That one was his favorite.

He was free. The nurse held his shoulders steady, as though she were steering him around. He shed crocodile, crybaby tears. Hopefully the nurse couldn't tell he was faking it. Stick my dick in a power outlet. He'd probably done worse on his own. A bunch of fucking degenerates. How did that bitch even get glass on her person? They'd taken all of Pollux's mildly sharp things. His pencil and sketchpad, the two things that seemed to keep him fucking sane most of the time... Okay, doodling wasn't great enough to do that much, but it'd take his mind off of the impending mental breakdown he'd no doubt have in this little "safe place".

Smugly, he allowed himself to be bandaged.

Mentions Natural Flavour crossofjesus

Name: Opal Marie Harlowe
Location: The aborted remains of group therapy
With: ...

Daddy, daddy, please don't yell at me. I'll be good. When would the devil leave this room? Opal's head was hurting, like knives were being driven through her brain. Why wouldn't it stop, why did they hate her? She wanted to say she was sorry for whatever she did, she'd let them fuck her, she'd let them hit her, anything, it was okay, just to stop all the noise...

And then it was done. Just like that.

As if, somehow, her guardian angel heard her and reached down. It held her cheek in its palm. It's okay, Opes, no need to cry. Everything's fine. You're fine. She wanted that warmth... instead she was still crying... Maybe if she cried enough, she'd dehydrate and disappear. Regardless, the silence was comforting. She refused to look up from the lattice fence of her fingers. The two fugitives. The disappointed men. The father, Mr. Ryland. That poor, poor boy, with the shudders on the ground.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..."

She apologized. It was the only thing she was good for.

Mentions Natural Flavour TF81 crossofjesus Chimney Swift ​

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Group Therapy --> Assigned Room
Mentions: Twin Fantasy

One moment she was dragging a long shard of glass down that nasty boy's arm, and then the next moment, she was being escorted out. Suddenly out of control, and afraid, Skye began to cry. "H-hey! Where are you taking me! Let go! Let me go!" Security ignored her, one on each side of her. They took her through staff-only doors, and commanded her to empty her pockets. "N-no!" Security took a step closer. "N-no! Don't take them away! I need them! You don't understand!" Security threatened that a nurse would have to follow her everywhere and watch her every move if she didn't. Tearfully, Skye emptied her pockets, cutting her hands as much as she possibly could while doing it. "You don't understand..." She whimpered.
Then security escorted her to her room, and one of them stayed in the room with her while they waited for her doctor to come in. When he did, Skye wouldn't look at him.
"Today's been a bad day, hasn't it, Skye?" Skye? She looked up, searching his eyes. The nurses wouldn't call her Skye. They called her by her first name, Amiya. The doctor looked friendly, like he cared. Busy, like all doctors were, but committed to this moment. He looked at his clipboard. "It's fairly obvious your new meds aren't working yet, huh?" Scritch, scratch went the pencil on the clipboard. Skye wanted to cut her skin with it. She watched it, interestedly, as the pencil went back and forth. Then the doctor finished writing and looked back at Skye. "We'll give you some Ativan to calm you down, okay? It's not gonna fix how you feel, but maybe it'll keep everyone else safe from you, okay?" He laughed, jokingly, but the words cut deep. Keep them safe from me.... I'm dangerous.... that's why I'm here..... Skye started to cry again, but the doctor was already gone. The nurse gave her a pill, and then said she would be locked in her room until the calming pills kicked in. Then the nurse left, and Skye was all alone.

 

[PrismaticDream]

Alyssa Stevens
Location: her room

Alyssa hated it here already. The light streaming through the window stung her eyes, and the blanket was thin and scratchy. At least she had posters in her suitcase. She pulled them out and taped them to the plain white wall. A cute picture of cuddling kittens, and a to-scale map of the night sky. After she had counted the stripes on both kittens and spotted the Big Dipper, Orion, and Cassiopeia, she felt better. A little.

Still, her heart was thumping so fast that it seemed like it was going to burst out of her chest, from anxiety or anger, she didn't know which. It was so ironic. Because she had been having anxiety attacks and meltdowns from socializing and new experiences, her mom had sent her to a new place where she would have to socialize with strangers. How was that supposed to help her?

Hearing footsteps in the corridor, she twisted her sweating hands in front of her. She hoped whoever it was wasn't coming to her room. The less she was forced to socialize, the better. She buried her face in her pillow and imagined herself galloping on a unicorn through a dark forest, holding a sword in preparation for a dangerous battle. Right now, that seemed less scary than being here.

 

[Natural Flavour]

SKYE JENSEN
Location: Assigned Room —> Hallway
Mentions: TF81 Twin Fantasy

The nurse had unlocked the bedroom door an hour ago, but Skye didn’t move from where she lied on the bed, miserable. First day out and about, and she had blown it big time.... more than once. That seemed to be the case in social situations. You saw the very best and very worst emotions of Skye Jensen when she went out in public. It was draining. It was torture. But Skye was unfortunately an extrovert, drawn hopelessly to the social things that destroyed her, mentally, forever and ever.

What tortured her the most though, in this moment, was that she had instantly bonded with Evan. But now, he probably thought she was a freak. And everyone else? Same. There was no chance they’d ever want to befriend her now. And the only person who had continued to love her, no matter what.... Skye had smashed the last memories of her on her iPad this morning. Worst of all, the glass Skye had been saving for a moment as despicable as this was gone. Wasted on an immature, worthless, freak boy.

But she couldn’t lay here like this anymore. Skye got up and opened the door, staring into the bland hallway beyond. Tears pushed on the backs of her eyes and Skye wrinkled her nose to resist them.

There’s no way I’ll ever get out of here.

And in this place, even suicide wasn’t an easy option.

 

[xXSunnyXx]

(wait whaaaa what have i missed o.o)

 

[Natural Flavour]

(wait whaaaa what have i missed o.o)

The RP literally just died...

 

[xXSunnyXx]

xD i came in at a bad time then?