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I’m trapped in this fucking room all over again. And still, no one has fed me.
Better to be hated and alive, better to be in pain than a murderer, better to be alone and safe.
There’s a little makeup and three pairs of shoes. Not great, shoes are kind of my life and the Tactical Team left behind a pair of leather ankle boots that were the greatest thrift shop find of my life. I refuse to admit how much that loss hurts me. There may be tears.
Someday, once I’ve gotten really freaking far away from this place and my Bonds, I’m going to send North a letter and tell him exactly what type of utter fucking asshole he really is. I’ll do it in my best penmanship, on proper stationery, because I feel like that shit would cut him even more, the freaking psychopath.
who looks like he’s mad at the world that he woke up this morning and has to deal with college students. I recognize it because I feel the exact same way.
It’s fine, if I die, then at least I don’t have to do this again.”
“I know you’re not here to ream me out right now over some bitch taking a cheap swing at me. I know you wouldn’t be here for that because if you are, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
The high road is definitely not for me and walking it just might kill me.
Gabe drives like he’s ready to die and that’s something I can get behind.
“What’s so terrifying about the basement? If the Boogey Man is down there I’d like to know now, so I can kill myself instead of heading down there. I was already planning on throwing myself off a bridge, I’ll just move it up.”
“We are not friends, I rescind my offer of giving your teacher enemies paperwork for days.”
we should take him with us when we run away. At this rate, we’re going to have to hire a freaking bus because Sawyer clearly isn’t letting his sister go anywhere without him and I wouldn’t ever let him dump Gray’s hot self just to come with.
What’s the most you can bench now?” Dammit. I have to ignore his jab at me and I force my voice to be even as I reply, “Five pounds.”
“Quit your shit. I’m not letting you off just for running your mouth. Off you go, take Hanna to the mats and I’ll be impressed enough not to make you run suicides for giving me lip.” I scoff at him even as I start moving over. “If you think that’s lip, you haven’t seen me at my best, but fine, throw me in the deep end for your own sick enjoyment.”
“I’m fine, don’t get your panties in a bunch over the paperwork.”
“I can do it, Oli. I’m already going to need a shit-ton of therapy after this, why not add some homicide to the mix?” I fail miserably at keeping a smirk off of my face, but I don’t feel guilty about it because fuck the Resistance. “Atta girl. I’ll teach you how to compartmentalize like a pro when we’re home safe.”
