I'm too numb to feel right now [open-ish]

[pandora evelyn hearth]

So, driving was fun. The young witch had stolen the keys to her Dad's car and she was grinning as she just drove down the street. The stereo system blared out the sounds of Kings of Leon and she was singing along. Okay. What was it about Sex on Fire that was just so bloody amazing? She wished that she could have written such an amazing song. Though. Although this song was wonderful. She couldn't wait for the next track on the album. Use Somebody. Now that was a great song. Though nothing could beat the little duet she'd done with Liam. That had been just amazing. And wow, that man could sing. Like. Wow.

Looking down at the stereo, she tried to find the next track button. Urgh. What a crappy stereo. Where was it? Then she heard it. A beep. What? Her head snapped up. In time to see the van coming toward her. A scream left her throat as she put her arms up. Trying to shield her face. Impact. The van struck just as she threw out her actual shield. Pouring all of her energy into that magical force. And then it went black.

The car tumbled. Knocking onto it's side. The blonde that had been driving was slumped over, her seatbelt keeping her in place. The glass from the window had flown all over her body. Leaving a few bleeding cuts. Bruises were already forming against her pale skin on her right side. The side where the van had struck. People were already swarming around the accident. Someone had dialled the number of the hospital. Another the police. But all were thinking the same thing. Was she dead?

The paramedics arrived, one going to the car. To the blonde. Another to find out what happened. But soon they were helping the blonde. Trying to cut her out of the car and onto the gurney. She wasn't dead. Her pulse was still there. Her heart still beat. But as they checked her over, they noticed that her left wrist was broken. And her right arm? Crushed. "Don't worry love, you'll be fixed up in no time" one of the paramedics told the unconcious blonde as he placed her gently onto the gurney. Then she was rolled into the ambulence.

It took her to the hospital quickly. And then she was taken to one of the rooms. The blonde had no belongings it seemed. Meaning no one knew who she was. But they settled her into a room anyway as a doctor walked in. He was a sorcerer. Wand in hand already. He found out her injures before speaking the string of latin words to heal her. To find nothing healed.

He was stumped. They were all stumped. A water faerie was called and even her powers could not repair this blonde. Though, they found out she was a witch. A half-witch to be precise. But there was no knowing who she was until she woke. There was no knowing why she couldn't be healed.

Pandora was in a deep sleep. Unconcious. She didn't feel the pain in her arm or wrist. She didn't feel the pain from the scratches across her face. The doctors took her in for X-Rays. She still didn't register anything. Pandora had knocked herself out. Her Shield had saved her. Of course it had. But that didn't mean it hadn't destroyed her. It took all of her energy to save her life. And now she was spent. She needed to rest. To get back that energy that she had thrown out in order to save her life.

The nurses settled her back in one of the rooms. Tucking her into the bed. An IV was hooked up to her to keep the fluids going in and they set up the rest of the medical equipment. They stood watching her then. Just for a moment. They wondered who she was. But they weren't looking at Pandora. Not really. With no heavy black around her eyes, no revealing dress or the statement heels.. This was hardly the Pan everyone knew. This was a different person.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Openish 
Notes: Yes, I know, I'm mean
Credit: Chloe!

[caleb andrew winston]

"'Leb."

I groaned sleepily, trying to shut out the voice. Holy crap, I had been sleep deprived. As far as I was aware, I was still half unconscious, although I was quickly slipping out of sleep. Somewhere where I wanted to stay, where the reality of life couldn't hurt me anymore. I'd had enough reality for one life time, thank you very much. In fact, my whole life had pretty much been a reality TV show up until now. It was actually kind of spooky how much I thought that was true. How much shit can you put a person through before they completely break?, would have been the title. Well, I was still very much in one piece, so I suppose they'd never find out, would they?

"'Leb." The voice came again. Slightly more impatient this time. But still quiet, still fairly at ease. It wasn't as if they were trying to rouse me because the zombies were upon us or anything, so why were they even bothering now? I wasn't dying. They weren't dying. They could fricking wait for me to wake up properly, surely. The end of the world wasn't coming right that very second. So, with a sleepy wave of my hand, I burrowed a bit further under the duvet. "Fuck off, mum," I grumbled, an almost sarcastic tone to my voice as I turned away from the voice. I knew they weren't my mum, because my mum just didn't ever attempt to wake me up. She knew it was no use. Oh, and then there was the fact that she didn't sound like an 11 year old boy.

And that was when something in my brain clicked. 11 year old boy. I still had to remind myself daily that Joe had made it and, thank god, hadn't changed one bit. Well, personality wise. He was still same old Joe. Which is why it didn't surprise me to hear the tut and the "That's not very nice, Caleeeeeb. Mum would have killed you if she'd heard that." that came after my own grouchy, sleepy sentiments. Ugh, brothers. If I was honest, I couldn't really have cared less about being nice just then. I was tired. And, if I was honest, if we weren't in the situation that e were in just then, I probably would have just flipped him off and gone back to sleep. But, no. I couldn't really take the kid for granted anymore, not after the past week or so.

I lazily peeked out from under the sheet of a hospital bed thing that I'd slept on overnight, and looked over at my little brother, his brown eyes wide, alert and cheerful. How did vampires never sleep? It was wrong. "Weeeell," I countered him easily, with a tired grin, "Mum's not here, is she?" And no, she wasn't. I'd sent her home. For god's sake, the woman hadn't stopped fussing and fretting over the poor kid. And, now that he was actually awake, I'd sent her to go and get some sleep, arming her with a few vials of sleeping potion that I'd managed to wangle from the potions lab at school. Don't ask how.

The boy huffed a little, although his grin never faltered once. "Still would've killed you," he mumbled, in a kind of defeat. I nodded triumphantly, my grin mirroring his almost perfectly. "Would she hell as like," I retorted, and then laid back down. I was going back the fuck to sleep. I'd missed sleeping for the past couple of days. It'd taken this to remind me just how much I actually loved sleep, which was fine by me. As long as I got some rest out of it I was fine--

"Oof," I sounded involuntarily, as the pillow hit me. I blinked at it for a minute, before looking over at Joe again, a silly smirk plastered on his face. "Sleeping's boring," the boy complained, sweeping his light hair out of his eyes. He searched my body language, seeing if I was going to try and react, if I was going to do nothing, to just go back to sleep. But, like he'd said... sleeping was boring. Anyway, he couldn't just give me his pillow. I had plenty here.. No, he needed his back, and I wasn't walking all the way over there.

Friendly tip: A pillow in the face looks a lot funnier than it probably feels.

After about an hour of pointless pillow throwing, we were both flopped over the end of Joseph's bed, laughing like we'd never stop. It was moments like these that I lived for, moments like these that reminded me what Joe meant to me, that reminded me how lost I'd have been without him. It's pretty soppy to think about, but I probably would have lost all ability to function, had Joe died at any point in that past week. I'd probably have become more like mum - still battling through life, still smiling occasionally, but looking more like a weathered shell than a living person.

It was cut off, though, when my stomach growled loudly. It just set us off into peals of giggles again, but I knew that I couldn't stay in the room forever, as long as that situation was going on. So, after telling him I'd be back in a while, I left the room and carefully shut the door behind me, like the nurses had instructed me to do so every time I left. Safety reasons, they said. As if a door actually mattered at all. But, okay, whatever kept them happy. I was hardly in the mood to get into an argument with a "holier than thou" doctor, for god's sake. There wasn't a point to it.

I wandered idly down the hallway in my pyjamas (don't judge me - almost everyone did that in hospitals, right?), just looking for a vending machine I could hack or something. There had to be one, didn't there? There always was, in a place like this. It was a hospital, there had to be. It wasn't like I couldn't go back and get some money from my overnight bag in Joe's room... but I'd just left. I didn't really fancy going all the way back. So I just kept wandering on. Not really sure of where I was headed, just on, and on, and on. It was kind of fun, actually. Not knowing where I was going.

That was, until I realised I'd wandered a it too far, and gotten myself lost in some other ward. I frowned, as the sound of sirens could be faintly heard in the background. God, I hated those things. They always meant bad news. Someone had gotten themselves in some serious trouble. And, although I didn't know who it was, I found myself silently praying for them. Which was funny, because I'd never believed in God. How could I? But maybe they did. And... it was my random act of kindness for the day. So it was win win, really.

I was just about to turn around and find my way back to Joe's side room, when a particular scent caught my attention. A witch. And I normally wouldn't normally have paid attention to this particular scent, I did. Because... I knew it. It was familiar. Almost as if I knew the smell and not the person. I knew it, I knew them. But I couldn't put my finger on it. I felt like I should have known right away, but I didn't. ...And then, I saw the gurney come whizzing past me.

Pandora. Pandora was lying on it, unconscious, looking pretty badly knocked about. I was pretty sure that I felt the world slow around me as I took that sight in, and followed the gurney to its destination, doing my best to stay out of sight so that I wouldn't get sent back to wherever it was I came from by an angry-faced doctor or nurse. Pan, Pan, Pan. What the fuck was she doing here? What'd she been playing at? Was she even going to be okay?

The door to the room shut before I could see anything happen. Doctors and healers were rushing in, only to come out a few moments later, looking baffled. That meant... nothing was working. Nothing was working. Fuck, no. That was not happening. She was going to be fine. She had to be. I focused on the room for a moment, edging closer and frowning in concentration as I tried to hear what they were saying abut her, how she was doing. The word witch was mentioned. Half Witch, to be precise. I could hear them looking around for any ID or something, but she didn't have any. They didn't know who she was.

But I knew who she was. That was my lovely friend in that room.

So, without really thinking about what the consequences of my actions might be, I swung the door to her room open, ad took a step inside. I was met by the inquisitive looks of two doctors, one male and one female. I didn't look at the bed. I couldn't quite bring myself to do so. Instead, I merely pointed at where I knew she'd be lying and, before they could tell me to leave, I said "Her name. It's Pandora Hearth. ... Can you actually help her now, instead of faffing around with that?" If I was honest, I didn't want my friend to die that night.

No. I had far too much to lose for that to happen.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Panny-Pie!
Notes: omfg so rambly... but n'awww ;-;
Lyrics: The Reckless and The Brave by All Time Low

[pandora evelyn hearth]

The doctors were still trying to figure out who the blonde was. She must have had family. Friends. A boyfriend? Someone who knew her. Maybe if they found out more about her then they could know why she wasn't responding to any of the magic. Why she wasn't healing. This had never happened before. No one had ever not been able to be healed. Why was this witch so different? What made her so different? She looked like your average teenager. But. Something was stopping them healing her.

Then a boy strode into the room. The doctors turned to him. About to scold him. Until they got a name. Pandora Hearth. Instantly, one of the nurses left the room to go and check the computer. To find records of a Pandora Hearth. And at the boy's words they sighed. They wanted to help her. They really did. But they couldn't. And this boy - he seemed to care about her. He knew her. So. They told him.

"As much as we'd love to help her, we cannot. Only human medicine will work right now. There is something about her that is blocking our magic. We are unable to heal her" the sorcerer doctor told him. He was still baffled. How was this witch able to block the powers? It was just unheard of. Especially in unconcious state. She needed to wake. So he could know just exactly what was going on. That way he could heal her. If he knew what was blocking his magic. What had this witch done?

Pain. It isn't nice. Not one bit. And when there is nothing you can do about it, well, that just sucks. Pandora lay. Her body slowly coming out of its unconcious state. She was beginning to be more aware of her surroundings. She heard beeping. A.. heart monitor? Was her father watching Casualty again? Or was Ava watching House. She hoped it was the latter. House was much more fun. But no. She heard her name. From a familiar male voice.

He sounded.. worried. Why was he worried about her? And why did she need help? But who was he talking to? But. It would be nice if they could ease the pain. She felt it more clearly now. It was all down her right side. And her left wrist too. Not to mention slight stinging on her face. Why was she hurting so much? This wasn't right. Had she been duelling again? No. That didn't seem right. And then she remembered.

The sound of the beep. That loud, long beep. A high-pitched scream. Her scream. But why had she screamed? Oh yes. The van. She was looking out of the driver's side window as the van struck the car. Her father's car. She'd been stupid and careless and had been involved in a car accident. The van had struck the driver's side of the car. She'd watched as glass shattered. And then she threw out her magic to save her life. There was no way she could die. No. There was far too much to live for. She threw out her shield. Using up every scrap of energy she had. Before it all went black.

She listened to the man talking to the male that had said her name. She still couldn't quite register who it was. She was blocking the magic? What? Was that even possible? She tried to will her body into working again but it wouldn't. Not yet. But her mind was still focused on those words. Blocking magic. How was she doing that? The man here was obviously powerful and she wasn't the strongest of witches. How on Earth did she block their powers?

There was only one man she knew of that might know. And if he didn't? Well. No one else would. The witch stirred. Just a fraction. She needed to talk to him. He would know what was wrong with her. He always did. Liam. Her eyes fluttered just a fraction. She saw the hints of a bright light. Where was she? Where was Liam? He'd help her. He'd know. But.. He wasn't here. All she had was a man that knew her and these useless people. Then it clicked. Medicine. Hospital. She was in the hospital. And they.. They were.. Doctors.

Her heartbeat sped up. The beeping on the machine became faster. Instantly the doctors were around her. Checking her over. And she hated it. Each touch. It terrified her. Slowly, she shook her head. A noise coming from her mouth. Sounding a lot like a kind of 'neuurrgghh' sound. They stepped back instantly. That was good. And then those perriwinkle blue eyes opened. The bright light blinded her for a moment before everything came into focus. And then her eyes landed on Caleb. Oh! Of course it was Caleb!

Her eyes looked to the doctors. She cleared her throat and spoke. Quite shocked at her voice. This quiet whisper that came from her throat "I need to talk to Liam.. He can help me" she told them. And then they started asking questions. 'What happened at the accident?' 'Are there any spells on you?' and then 'Who's Liam?'. Well. The last she could answer. Her voice still weak. "Liam Redferne.. My boyfriend" and the slight shock on their faces made her want to slap them more. God, she hated doctors.

Then a nurse came in. Telling them details about her. Really. She knew her birthdate, her parents names, where she lived.. You get the jist. The nurse also said that she'd called her father. That he was on his way. Maybe he'd bring her phone.. He'd better bring her phone. But it seemed that was enough to make the doctors leave. Leaving her alone with Caleb. At last she calmed. Doctors really scared the shit out of her. Her eyes looked to her friend and she gave a small, tired smile. "Hey.." she spoke. Not really knowing what else to say. Hey. Give her a break. She could have died. 

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Openish 
Notes: Yes, I know, I'm mean
Credit: Chloe!

[caleb andrew winston]

Have you ever experienced one of those horrible moments before something awful happens to you? Well, I have. I have, several times more than I would have liked to experience it. It's like... the only way I can describe it is when your foot misses a step when you're going downstairs, or when you're not quick enough to slam your foot on the brake pedal. You know what's coming. And you know it's going to hurt. Badly. So you try to brace yourself for the impact of the fall, of the crash, and doing so pretty much saves your life. But it doesn't stop it from hurting. Bracing yourself is never enough, because we can't stop ourselves from falling or crashing. By default, we can't stop ourselves from getting hurt.

Even though I never let what happened affect me adversely (no, those memories were pushed right to the back of my mind the second they could be pushed there), there were still times that they came back to haunt me. Flashbacks, nightmares - you name it, they probably came it that kind of form. And, yes, it was unfair. It did mean that sometimes, I didn't get as much sleep as I should or find something as wonderful as I normally would. I did still have the nightmares, and I'll admit that. They varied. Sometimes it was the moments before my dad's death, or the night I got bitten. More recently, it was those agonizing few seconds before Joseph's "death", and I knew my brain would probably add this moment to the montage, a little film reel in my mind designed to prey on fear.

Which is why I chose not to believe in danger, nor in fear. After my experiences, I knew danger was real, but that didn't mean I had to believe it was. Fear was most definitely not real. Both were just pictures painted by the human mind, respectively designed to keep us safe from harm, or to terrorize us beyond all human thinking. Knowing which one was which was extremely hard, a magic trick not even some of the most talented magicians could perform.

Right now, I knew I wasn't scared. I didn't want to be scared. I wasn't letting myself get scared. I just knew that something had happened, and I was curious as to what that was. I cared about Pandora, even though I hadn't known her for very long at all. She'd helped me through quite a bit, and I couldn't just ignore that. I couldn't just sweep it aside, like it meant nothing to me, because it did mean something. No matter how much I hated to admit it, I needed all the help I could get, even though I was quickly getting better. Getting back to who I was when I arrived at the school.

The next few minutes went by in a blur. I'd stepped into her room, made myself known. After they'd told me that they couldn't help her out magically, that only human medicine would work, all sorts of questions were flying at me. She's a friend of mine. No, I don't know if she has a driving license. I didn't see anything. I don't know how it happened. If I was honest, I didn't want this. I wanted to be able to waltz right back to Joe's room, like I hadn't seen this, like I hadn't seen anything at all. I didn't want her to be there. I wanted her to be somewhere she should have been, like at home, or in a music room in the academy, or anywhere else but here.

I wasn't really in the room when she woke up. I was there in body, but my mind was everywhere but in that room. I didn't say anything, merely stood as the doctors fired the same questions at her as they did me. I heard the name Liam Redferne, the tests they did for concussion on her, the little irritated hint to her voice. I could understand why she was getting irritated, but holy shit. Concussion was serious business. They had to check for it, or else they wouldn't be doing their job right. Nonetheless, being asked the questions like you're an idiot doesn't help the situation at all, I guess. Which was exactly what they were doing, although I knew they were only doing it to be nice.

It seemed like an eternity before all the doctors and nurses filed out of the room, leaving just her and me. I was looking hard at the floor, tracing the pattern of the lino with my eyes, rubbing the ugly flooring with the end of my slipper, as if I could change the grey to a rainbow with a little more effort. It looked so dull. I didn't want her to have nowhere to look but that awful color. I wanted her to be able to see something right, something beautiful. At least while she was here. I'd seen enough of these floors to last me a lifetime. Well, three lifetimes, considering that was how long I was going to live now. But anyway, for god's sake, seeing that horrible linoleum once was more than enough times to see it. I pitied her, I really did.

And then her voice came. It was tired, it was quiet, but it was there. But, I don't know why, what she said actually angered me a bit. Hey. She could have died, and all she thought to say was hey? Not enough. I wanted an explanation. I wanted something to help me understand why she was here. Not something as casual, as meaningless, as a mere greeting. I looked up at her quickly, ready to say all that, but I couldn't bring myself to. No. She could have died. I came close to losing a friend that I'd only just made. And, besides... I was a fairly nice person. I couldn't just say all that. I just couldn't.

Before I even realised what I was doing, I was at her bedside. I threw my arms around her (carefully, mind - she could have been really badly hurt) and buried my face in the warm skin of her neck. She smelled nice. Sorcerer and girl. Girls must have gotten really distracted by themselves if they went around smelling that nice all the time, it just didn't make any sense. But anyway. Just a hug, really, was all I needed from her right now. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, you hear me?" I mumbled into her neck hugging her just that little bit tighter. I didn't have enough friends to just go around losing them like that. I didn't want her to die. I'd lost one too many people in my life for that to happen, thankyouverymuch.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Panny-Pie!
Notes: omfg so rambly... but n'awww ;-;
Lyrics: The Reckless and The Brave by All Time Low

[pandora evelyn hearth]

The pain was still sending shockwaves through her entire body as they backed away from her. Why did it hurt so much? She looked down and tried to move her arm. A burst of pain flooded the young witch and she let out a small cry. Couldn’t they give her something for this? But, then again, she had forced them away from her. She didn’t want them near her. Moving her other arm, her wrist caused a torrent of pain. So, both arms were fucked? She rolled her eyes.

Although exhaustion filled the witch and she didn’t have her wand - actually, where was her wand - she wanted to fix the damage. It seemed the doctor’s were too useless to be able to. She took a soft breath. “Grave inurias sanat” the words came out faint, and the doctor’s looked at her, as if to say ‘can her magic fix her?’ but nothing happened. A soft frown settled on her lips. She tried a simpler spell. “Vulnera coirent.” Still nothing happened. Why wasn’t her magic working? It was her magic. Without it, she would be human again. Weak again. What if people wouldn’t love her if she became human?

That panicked her. Of course it did. All of her friends now were wrapped in the supernatural world. So was she. Without those powers, without that connection, what would happen to her? Maybe they’d send her away. And the Redferne’s... Tobias had bitched to her many times that Andrew didn’t belong in the family because he was weak. If she had no powers, what if they wouldn’t want her too?

She could have cried. Curled up on that hospital bed and cried. Northvale had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. It had given her wonderful friends, some she even considered as family, and then a wonderful man that she loved with all her heart. It couldn’t be torn from her. Surely not. The world just wasn’t that cruel, was it? But then again, for a long time she’d known she was cursed. Too many bad things happened to her. Who was that person out there that decided to give her shit, and then just when she was feeling that little bit better, they found a way to have her world crash down around her again? They deserved to be shot.

But.. She couldn’t dwell on that. On all the bad things that had happened in her life. Now. That was what she needed to focus on. The world around her. If she cried about how shitty her life was it showed her weakness. That couldn’t happen. She wouldn’t allow it. Not now and not ever. If she gave in to her weakness that she really didn’t deserve to be part of that Redferne family. Not that she was thinking that far ahead, oh God no.. it was just, she liked to at least believe that she deserved to be with a man as great as Liam?

Finally getting out of her head, she looked up to see Caleb standing there. Her friend, well, at least she hoped he was her friend. Why was he here? Then she remembered his little brother. He’d probably been with him in the hospital when he’d seen her. He was looking down at the ground. Trying to polish the grey flooring with his slipper it seemed. That made the corners of her lips just tug upwards ever so slightly. Silly Caleb, there was no making the hospital look any better. This place was hell.

Opening her mouth, she let out a small ‘hey’. It wasn’t much to say but it was enough. He looked to her and she waited. Waited as all of his thoughts flickered across his face. All of his emotions. For a second he looked angered. But that anger soon subsided.

She was almost in shock as the guy instantly was by her bedside. His arms wrapped around her and she hissed a little - her arm was fractured in three places - but it wasn’t that bad. He was being careful it seemed so not to hurt her. Well, that was nice. She appreciated the fact he was being careful to not cause her pain.

His head buried into her neck and she gave the lightest of chuckles. She was still oh so tired. How, she didn’t know. Hadn’t she just been unconscious? And didn’t being unconscious mean that you were basically in a state of sleep? So, it just didn’t make sense that she was still tired after that. Then again, there was probably some big medical explanation to why she still felt so tired. One that she really didn’t want to hear and if they told her, she probably wouldn’t listen to it. Who gave a shit about that stuff, anyway?

His words, although muffled as his head was buried into her neck, sounded upon her ears. Now that just made the witch feel so.. loved. She had only known Caleb for a short time, she’d almost killed him with a potion mix-up, and yet he was scared that she could have been seriously hurt? The small smile that was on her lips became just that little bit larger. People really cared that much about her? Then again they’d laughed a lot when they’d met. He’d made that new kid call her the ‘resident teacher fucker’ - yes, she knew that he was behind that. And even now, that thought made a small giggle leave her. Resident teacher fucker. It fit. It really did fit. Though, she only fucked one teacher, it wasn’t like she screwed them all.

But, then her mind went back to his words. And she knew she’d probably have to answer him. His embrace got a little tighter and she winced slightly. “Caleb.. Hey.. Careful. I’m in pain here” she said softly “and don’t worry, I’m not planning on being hit by any more vans anytime soon. Kinda hurts. And puts you in the hospital. No thank you”. Hospitals were Pandora’s personal version of hell, which was a well known fact. The sooner she could get out of the place, the better.

Even though she really wanted to hug Caleb back she knew that she couldn’t so she didn’t even try. That action would just cause her unnecessary pain, something she really didn’t want. The pain hurt. It hurt a lot. God, why couldn’t the doctors give her painkillers? Really good ones. Like.. morphine! Yes, she wanted morphine. That’d get rid of the pain easily. Best painkiller there was, she knew that, but she doubted these evil people would give her the good stuff.

Trying ever so slightly to push Caleb off (without hurting herself too much that was) she shifted to try and get herself more comfortable. Hospital beds really weren’t all that comfy. Not like her bed in her apartment. The beautiful memory foam mattress. Soft duvet and an abundance of cushions and pillows. It was like her own little nest. She was an insomniac. She needed it. Then the other place she spent a few nights? Well. Liam made a very good pillow. A very good pillow indeed.

And then her thoughts were back on him. She’d have to call him soon, tell him where she was, and pray to God he didn’t worry about her. Even how adorable that thought was. Him worried about her. But, she didn’t want him worried. Not when she was okay. Well, okay mentally. Physically, she was just a little bit screwed up. And maybe he’d even find out what was wrong with her magic. Then she’d be okay physically too. Yes, if her Dad was a genius enough to bring her her phone then she would give him a call. Or at least try to. She didn’t know if she could when she was so messed up.

But. Caleb. He was the one that was here now. Not Liam. Though, no offence to Caleb she would much rather have Liam here. Then again, she probably looked like shit right about now. And, well, she didn’t really want Liam to see her at her worst. Okay, so maybe that was just a little bit vain but when you were brought up to believe appearances are everything she couldn’t really help the fact that she cared maybe a little too much about vanity. Even with her slightly.. outrageous fashion sense.

Anyway. Back to Caleb. She gave the boy a little grin. “So, looks like you’ll at least get some company in this hell hole now. Sorry that it’s in the form of the resident teacher fucker, but it’s your fault for coming up with that name. Arse” a soft giggle left her again as she spoke to him. Well. At least her humour hadn’t been lost. And her ability to insult people. See, that is the thing about Pandora, even how much shit she goes through, she will always be able to still see that bit of light. She’ll still joke around as if nothing happened. The girl had the mental strength of an army.

 

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Openish 
Notes: So, I can do long posts too xD
Credit: Chloe!