#mnstrous

         “ how did you find this room? ” it was impossible. it defied logic, it defied MAGIC. only, that latter thought couldn’t be true if they were here REGARDLESS of the privacy her piano rehearsals required. 

almost as if the room of requirement had heard her ( it had ), the ivory creature disappeared into thin air –– or as the laws of physics warranted, somewhere far, far away. “ I should have asked for a DO NOT DISTURB sign, ” wryly, Kestrel said. 

ByteMe: do u ever think about our first high-school dance? ByteMe: my hands were really sweaty and I was so worried you would notice I stuffed tissues down my dress  ByteMe: that fucker reece walker spread a rumor that I stuff my bra  ByteMe: Which I don’t ByteMe: do you remember? 

‘  YOU NEVER TOLD ME .  ’     soft ,  as much as an accusation can be .  cold fingertips drift across loose fabric bunched around her upper arm ,  across the mess of raised skin hidden beneath .   (  poignant          the stark absence of pain  ;  in its place is numbness ,  a heavy phantom ache .  the keen bite of bullet gone ,  color ,  feeling departs with it ,  sucking the vividness from memory .  leaving freshly - lived nightmares to fade into sharp grayscale .  )   fingers press back into the chilled surface of the can in her hands ,  seek solace in the shock of cold .  

          “ There’s something STRANGE about you. ” Something she can’t quite put her finger on. NEWBLOOD? no... well, maybe, but she can’t be sure. Not without exposing EVERYTHING by asking. “ Where did you say you’re from, again? ”