Imogen looked over to Jake, who was still lying on her bed. “She heard us talking,” she told him. “She’s going to think I’m crazy again. She’s going to make me stop seeing you.” “Lie,” he instructed her. “I did, but she won’t believe me.” Imogen sighed, and his jaw clenched. “I’m sorry,” she tried to apologize but he looked away. She stood up, buttoning the plaid shirt she had worn to bed up to the top button so that it revealed nothing. She left the long sleeves rolled down and found a pair of jeans in her bag, which she slipped on. She stepped into a pair of boots and did her hair up in a bun. Fiona wanted her covered, so that was what she’d be. She turned around to speak to Jake when she realized he was gone. Her heart twisted painfully but she just sighed once more as she opened the door to her room. She found Fiona sitting at her counter, objects laid out before her. Imogen approached her and, without a word, took a seat beside her and pulled the items over to her. Before her was a bowl and a bag of weed as well as a lighter, and Imogen’s stomach churned. She opened the bag and wordlessly began delicately stuffing the weed into the bowl. Flashbacks of watching Eli do this helped her to do it expertly, and she held the bowl up to her lips. She picked up the lighter and flicked it on, bringing the flame to the contents. She inhaled the smoke, Eli’s voice instructing in her head, “Hold it in. You should feel it in your chest.” She waited a moment before tilting her head back and blowing the smoke up to the ceiling, closing her eyes. She finally looked back down and carefully put the bowl upright back on the table and pushed the objects back to Fiona, looking away from the girl.
Wreck of the Day || Self Para
What Hurts The Most || Self Para
Relive Your Darkest Moments || Self Para
Even Angels Have Their Wicked Schemes || Self Para
Farewell To You || Self Para
Is that why they call me Sullen Girl? || Self Para