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His large hands grip at my hips, rubbing his thumb beneath the edge of my shirt and against my skin.
Hands/thumb
When I open my eyes again, I find the sun has long since set, the stars mockingly smiling down at me, like a sea of unattainable dreams. Maybe that's why people wish upon a star, give it to the sky, and fool themselves into thinking it will come true one day.
I don't get it. People wish upon stars so that they can later smile mockingly at other people?
The boys start throwing punches left and right, and me too close for comfort.
??
Just like that, I'm left alone in the kitchen, the silence I was once comfortable with seemingly so lonely now.
Seeming
My feet angrily stomp their way to the feminine hygiene aside, finding what I need, gaining concerned looks as I huff in annoyance.
Aisle
She sighs, her eyes averting my own for a moment.
Eluding, dodging, escaping. Averting sounds weird in that specific sentence structure.
I swallow too loudly, comprehension how royally fucked everything is,
comprehending
I pause after each word, annunciating every syllable
Enunciating
I drag my weapon of convenience along the asphalt
Weapon of choice
The demon inside me has been itching to be released, coiling its head from its confines the moment I was shot.
Heads dont coil, bodies do.
The silence is deafening, ringing in my ear
ears
He’s smoking—judging by the smell—a blunt, and the scent fills my lungs like an old friend, wrapping around me with a familiar comfort.
Em dashes used incorrectly.
Thorne exhales, long and slow, his face a mask of cool indignation as he speaks. “I’m going to find out what happened, and then we’re going to get her back.”
I think, based on the context, the word was indifference.
