Be a voice, not an echo.

"My father’s going back overseas, my best friends are leaving me, and I don’t know what to do." I manage to get out between gasps lf trying to hold back tears. "It’s just all too much. Too much too fast. I can’t deal with all of this."

"Hey, it’s going to be okay," he told her," try to think of one thing at a time and deal with it in that moment,I somewhat know how it feels to be having a best friend leave you.."

"You did?" I ask. "Did your best friend ever start ditching you for her boyfriend?"

"…I wanna see it."

"I didn't say I did!"

"That’s not my fault!" I screech. "I didn’t do that." I lower my voice, fighting back the tears that are threatening to come crashing out.

“I didn’t make her stop talking to you. You did that all by yourself!”

“You think that’ll bring Emma back? She’ll just miraculously forgive you if you kill me?”

“Is that so?” I taunt. “Do you know how I’ve survived this long? In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly the safest life. But I’ve survived. Not because I’m strong, or even because I’m clever. Because I make myself useful to the people who are useful to me. I’m willing to do anything if it means surviving. including lying to, playing with, and just about anything else to people to get what I need.”

"More than you can ever know. More than I will ever let you know. Which is how I'm going to survive a hell of a lot longer than you."

[TEXT: Sarah] WHAT THE HELL!?!? Why did you even tell me that? Are you TRYING to trauamtize me or something!?!

"That’s not my fault!" I screech. "I didn’t do that." I lower my voice, fighting back the tears that are threatening to come crashing out.

“I didn’t make her stop talking to you. You did that all by yourself!”

“You think that’ll bring Emma back? She’ll just miraculously forgive you if you kill me?”

"Is that so?" I taunt. "Do you know how I've survived this long? In case you haven't noticed, this isn't exactly the safest life. But I've survived. Not because I'm strong, or even because I'm clever. Because I make myself useful to the people who are useful to me. I'm willing to do anything if it means surviving. inxluding lying to, playing with, and just about anything else to people to get what I need."

"That’s not my fault!" I screech. "I didn’t do that." I lower my voice, fighting back the tears that are threatening to come crashing out.

“I didn’t make her stop talking to you. You did that all by yourself!”

"You think that'll bring Emma back? She'll just miraculously forgive you if you kill me?"

send a symbol - get the following from my muse ;

send a symbol - get the following from my muse ;

   You’re gonna catch a cold                    from the ice inside your soul.

"Okay, I was thinking from a technical standpoint, but thanks for the traumatizing mental image."

"Oh, if you want traumatizing, I can tell you about the first time we tried anal—that that traumatizing.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. Really.” I say with a shiver.

"No, seriously! It’s an interesting story!"

“Why do I not believe that?”

"Oh, Lexi—when you start having sex, you’ll understand. But it really is an interesting story…"

“Um, excuse me? Who says I haven’t had sex yet?

"It’s written all over you, don’t try to deny it."

“Okay, just because I don’t hop around in some skimpy outfit that’s one step away from public nudity, doesn’t mean I’m some sweet little virgin, okay?”

"It’s not just the outfits…it’s your body language, the innocent look in your eyes…the way you get awkward around sexual situations in general."

“My eyes look innocent? Since when!?! And, if you must know, I am NOT a virgin.” I huff.

*smirks* “Whatever you say.”

“What? Is it really so hard to believe that I’ve had sex before?”

"We’re going in circles!! You look like an innocent, virgin!!!"

“Well, I’m not! I’ll drag his ass over here to prove it!”

"I would loveto see that!”

"I will! Next week!"

My muse has been injured and is struggling to get dressed. Send "Need a hand?" for their reaction to your muse offering to help.

"My father's going back overseas, my best friends are leaving me, and I don't know what to do." I manage to get out between gasps lf trying to hold back tears. "It's just all too much. Too much too fast. I can't deal with all of this."