#theretiredripper

All she could remember was teeth,   wild hearts, and last moments. Now as she took in her surroundings, she   realized she was in the exact same place.  Fear struck through her and she took off into a run, trying to find her way   home. She knew this land like the  palm of her hand. Unable to find the huts she once knew, the people she once knew, she began    to grow uneasy. And now something was following her.

There were some in this school, in the town surrounding that suffered great pain that no person should have to endure let alone have to know. So they did their best to keep it hidden, only Elena felt it. She saw their upset, their anger, their resentment, their hatred, their loneliness, their sadness manifest, and cause irreverisble harm to all whom were involved. It tasked her, it hurt her. And it occasionally brought her physical pain if the heart of the connection were strong enough. The frustration welled inside of her and caused an impulsive reaction she simply couldn't even begin to withhold. She broke her hand. The rage of another person caused her to punch a hole in the wall. But it had happened so quickly, Elena didn't realize that her thin thumb was inside of her fist. And just like whomever she had channeled, albeit accidentally, the brunette fell to her knees on the ground before slumping over halfheartedly and leaning against the wall, crying. Both from her physical pain and the emotional shared. Now what should she do about her hand?

//so i missed sending you steroline memes like nobody's business xD