I CAN HANDLE IT ! ( AP. )

❛  𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘  -  𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔  ❜  arms hang at each side of her body,       distance is well kept in order not to scare her further away !      ❛     look,  hey !   ----  here ...      ❜           slow and careful motions;      it’s then when the gun is gently holstered between her jeans and her lower abdomen        ❛        i mean no harm        --------        i just needed a place to stay until the rain passes      ❜     a quick peek over the place,   was she alone ?   but how ?   how could a person her age survive on her own ?        ❛       i promise you,     i won’t hurt you in any way      ❜  

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗  since forever and right now, it means more than words can express,  thank you nonnie … you have no idea how much this message has helped.

❛  𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 !  ❜   —————      she says      ❛      i know what they’re saying behind my back   (  but she fails to mention that part  )  is not true     ❜       she was a Miller after all,  and no matter what she did everyone would see it as a privilege not many around Jackson had    ❛    this is what i wanted to avoid when i first left     —–    people talking … gossiping,   calling me names,   it is exhausting because no matter what i do to prove them wrong,    they never stop    ❜         shoulders bounce then,  but this time is different,  this time she’s displaying a nonchalant demeanor      ❛     but i won’t leave again,   i promise,  so please … please,  Joel …  let’s just …  not talk about it    ❜  

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 !   —————        ❛       i don’t ?      ❜       deadpan tune,     the reluctance in her eyes was more than evident.        ❛     but what if i want to ?   ❜         she continues then,   her silhouette pressing against the iron bars of the rusty jail cell she was currently in.

   ❛    no one can hurt you if you are on your own,   people are worse than the creatures lurking outside    ❜     a brief pause in her speech,   she was nervous,  anxious about this whole situation  (   and it was obvious by the way her fingers began to play with the tattered sleeves of her hoodie the moment the other made herself present and mentioned her offering   )    ❛     —–     it’s either kill or be killed     ❜    

❛  𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 !  ❜   a murmur escapes her.     Alarmed and on edge,      the girl moves closer to the nearest wall       ❛     those fuckers are hard to kill    -----    and i don’t know about you but i don’t have the privilege of infinite bullets right now    ❜         a growl in the distance and a human cry !      ❛      -----      that thing is not alone,      they never are,     runners will surely be lurking around the place too,  we should just ...  avoid them,     find another way      ❜  

❛  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 ---- 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋  ❜  she says   (    or rather,   snaps !   )    bearing her teeth at him.    Clearly,    fear was taking the best of her and bringing the worst out of her.   she works better on her own,    of that she is quite convinced     ❛     as soon as we get out of this freaking school we’ll go on our separate ways okay ?     ❜      an eyebrow reaches her hairline then,   understood?  a passing thought for she remains silent all the while checking the contents of her tattered backpack  (  she was looking for her flashlight   )     ❛     you okay with that ?    ❜