#deadwalked

fuck sentence starters --- accepting!

    starter call // selectively accepting

    it was something he NEVER thought would happen to him, never thought that he would end up being one of those cliche pervert professors who ended up with a CRUSH on one of his students. jd tried his hardest to not think about her but it was definitely difficult, especially considering she was one of the most BEAUTIFUL girls he had ever seen. veronica sawyer was gorgeous, pale ivory skin, large azure eyes, dark curls that framed her face perfectly . . . every time he saw her, he tried his best not to stare but it was hard, no matter what he did, his eyes always found her during his lectures and instantly his mind would wander. it was disgraceful and he knew NOTHING could and would ever happen, there was no way that she would like someone like him, a nearly forty year old college professor of philosophy who had a slight drinking problem and had chosen to be alone, out of fear of ending up like his own father. 

   starter call // accepting AF

    starter call // accepting af

    a fresh start, that was how his dad kept referring their move to. if anything, he was pretty sure his dad just wanted to get him away from all the ATTENTION. being the only survivor of a massacre that had taken all of his friends and girlfriend must be so devastating . . . he guessed it would be if he wasn’t the one responsible for all the DEATHS, not that anyone knew that. the only person who could have ruined it for him now was stu, but luckily for him, stu did not survive his injuries, just like he planned.

    which was why he was here, the new kid at westerburg high for this ‘ fresh start ’. it was bullshit, but he guessed he understood his dad wanting to leave woodsboro, hank had wanted to leave since billy’s mom had left them because of his affair with sidney’s whore mother. walking through the corridor, he tried his best to keep to himself, not wanting to get close to anyone until she caught his eye. fuck, at first glance he had thought it was sidney, thought maybe he had really gone MAD but when he looked again, he realised it wasn’t her, it was someone else entirely. yet the issue was the moment he realised it, he had already accidentally bumped into her.

   ‘      hey   ---------    this would look  SUPER  cute on you. show how symmetrical you are.    “

    yellow holds blue   ---  pressing it up against the other. face scrunches up, hair falls to the side as she thinks.

    starter call // accepting af

    you know what they always say about how you will always end up back home when times when hard. there was no way after what had happened she could go back to cisco’s apartment and right now, she wanted to be as far away from elliot as she could be. once the fbi had finally let her go, though it was SHOCKING that they had but they had no evidence of her involvement, just speculation, she got straight on a train, barely focusing on what she was doing until she found herself outside of her HOME.

       no, it wasn’t the childhood house where her and elliot had grown up, it was her REAL home, the one where she could be herself and didn’t have to deal with her mom’s hatred, the place where she felt loved. was it because of EVERYTHING that had happened that she found herself here? fuck, she needed a fix but there was no way that was going to happen if she was here. she just needed someone that loves her to tell her that it was all going to be okay, that it wasn’t the end of the world. 

       knocking on the door, she waited patiently, knowing it was EARLY or was it late? fuck, she had no idea, she dropped her phone at the cafe . . . she should have gotten changed, no wonder she had gotten weird looks on the train, she was still in the blood stained clothes from the cafe. she almost turned to leave when she saw the person she always viewed as her REAL mom approach the door. tears spring to her green eyes as she looks at her, tongue darting across her lips as her hands clench and unclench into fists as she shifts on her feet.

A shrug. “I dunno, sometimes it’s easier to open up to strangers. Vent, or whatever. If you ever wanted to talk about it to someone who’s unbiased.”