Posts by sHeWoLfBbY

--done. c:

I'll admit, going into that room didn't do so well for my already risen nerves. It was cold, dark, and not to mention uninviting.
I took my seat, and looked up at him.
At that moment, I had almost lost my entire mind. Bringing my attention back away from him, I rested my elbows on the table, and let my face fall into my palms. I was losing it. I had to keep my cool, but at the same time, every part of me wanted to cry.
My breath came in short cycles, and my bottom lip quivered, but I still didn't look up. My face was hot, yet freezing at the same time.
I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach felt as though it was sucked all the way up into my chest.
I'd been ever so familiar with the feeling of adrenaline for the past three years.
Sweaty palms, dizzying mind, racing heart, all of it.
It was then that I noticed that it'd been eerily quiet for quite some time now.
With a heavy sigh, I spoke, my voice cracking. Ugh.
"I hope you know, that I don't have to answer any questions you ask me. I don't have to do anything."
My voice was muffled by my face being set in my hands, yet it was still audible.

I couldn't take it anymore. His words, slithering out of his throat, felt like they were constricting themselves around my neck. My blood was boiling, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably. After that, I let my words spill over.
"Shut the hell up, you bastard!"
I shot up, shouting, slamming my hands down on the metal table, and putting my face to his so closely that I could see my reflection in his pupils. My emerald eyes narrowed in hate, and my jaw was clamped shut so tightly, that I thought my teeth would shatter.
Bringing my head back, my voice was slightly quieter now, though my words were infected with just as much venom.
"I am not a murderer. I do not hurt people. I don't care what you, or any of the 'Feds' have to say. I'm innocent. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve to be locked in this room with you. I don't deserve any of the bull* I'm being put through. Got that?!"
I let myself fall back into my chair, putting my back against the head, and looking away from his gaze.
"Damn asshole..." I mumbled, attempting to calm myself down.
It definitely did make me feel a little better to speak my mind, instead of keeping everything bottled inside.
I took one deep breath, and exhaled heavily. My heart rate slowed, and I started to cool off. Maybe the thing I needed then was to be pushed over my limits, because man, it felt great after that.

[align=center]I hated him. I hated everything about him without even knowing his name.
But, I knew if I was going to get anywhere, I had to be honest. I had to prove my innocence one way or another, even if it made me uncomfortable.
I had never spoken to anyone about my abuse; not even my own mother. Whether or not he was going to believe me, I didn't have the slightest idea.
I looked around the room nervously, stalling for a few moments. I wanted talk, I swear. The only thing keeping me from saying anything was the fact that telling my story would make me burst into tears. I was finally away from him; I didn't want to relive my nightmares again.
Sighing inwardly, I lifted my head to look at him. When I spoke, my words were quiet and wavering.
"I didn't kill my husband. I don't hurt people. It was an accident... I..."
And then my emotions came spilling out, and before I knew what was next, I was in a fit of tears. Breaking away from his gaze, I dropped my eyes to look straight down, and hung my head.
"It was an accident," I choked out, "I never meant for it to happen..."
I shut my eyes tight, in an attempt to push away the painful memories.
"We were married for 3 years. They were the worst three years of my entire life. His temper was out of control. It was so bad, that I'd even consider him a psychopath. One minute, he'd be happy; telling me that he loved me; that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The next, I'd be pulling myself off the ground because of him."
My chest hurt. My entire body hurt; as if I'd just been hit with a wrecking ball.
Before I spoke once more, I wiped away the tears that had now engulfed my face, but I still hadn't looked at him.
"That night, he had come home late from work after working overtime. I decided to make him his two favorite foods in order to lift his mood- potato soup, and cherry pie. He'd loved the soup, but when I had given him his desert, he became enraged. I had burnt the crust of the pie; it made him so angry. He grabbed my wrist, hard. He told me that I had ruined his entire night. But, then he had tried to apologize. When I wouldn't kiss him, he became angry again."
Remembering what had happened next, I brushed my cheek delicately with my fingers.
"He'd hit me so hard that I fell onto the ground. After that, he chased me into the living room, and shoved me up against the wall, chocking me, and holding the knife to my throat."
My fingers traced my face down towards my throat.
By then, my uncontrollable sobbing had made it exceptionally hard to speak.
"I... I... I knew that if I didn't try to fight back, he would've strangled me until I was dead. So, I did. I kneed him. As hard as I possibly could, in his stomach. After that, I could breathe again, but was in a daze. When I was pulled back into reality, that was when I knew he was dead."
Just then, I wiped my tears away completely, and lifted my head to look at him.
"My husband fell on the same knife that he was going to kill me with."
I didn't know what to say after that. Although, I did feel a sense of closure, finally sharing with someone about my ordeal- even if they were a stranger that I didn't particularly like.

Well due to low muse, I wouldn't be very good with role playing a completely made up person. I'd much rather start a Safe Haven thread, although I'd prefer to play the female.
If that's too much of a problem, I'd do the Apocalypse one, and build my muse up.

[align=center]Grateful, I ripped a single tissue from the box, and dried my eyes.
Hearing him speak about potential ex-girlfriends, I rolled my eyes. Not at him, but at the fact that I wish I knew.
"Before I married him, I had known him for only a few months. I never met his parents, much less known of an ex-girlfriend or wife."
Running my fingers through my hair, I gripped it at the scalp and turned back to face him. "At the moment, jail doesn't seem like such a terrible place, " I said in a negative tone, "But I'd much rather be able to take care of myself. I've got somewhere to stay."
I rubbed the burning sensation the had accumulated in my eyes.
"Is there something you'd like me to call you? Since you apparently know my name."

[align=center]"Alright, then. Better than the nickname I would've given you," I replied with a smirk. "But a lift back there would be nice, thanks." I followed him out of the room, and to his car.

The ride back to the hotel seemed to drag on forever, even though the total duration was only about fifteen minutes.
I stared out the window, my cranium compacted with thoughts.
They ranged from what I'd be eating for dinner tonight, to what my fate, jailwise would turn out to be.
When the car came to a stop, I wasted no time getting out of it. My bottom side was numb f from being forced to sit in a highly uncomfortable chair, and my legs needed to stretch.
Fumbling around in my jacket pockets, I retrieved my keys, and them into the lock located under the door handle, and pulled open the door.
Before taking my seat at the driver's side, I rested my hand stop the hood, and turned back to him.
"How do you suppose you'll know where to find me when you need me?"I asked, tilting my head a bit to one side, avoiding staring straight into the sun.

[align=center]"I suppose I could do that, " I said with a small shrug, reaching into my back pocket and opening it to a new contact, then handing it to him.
"But, I'm pretty positive that you don't need to worry about me. I'm smarter than you'd think, Lucian."
For the first time since I'd come into contact with him, I gave him a genuine smile.
"The only complication I know I'll eventually come across is money. But I'm capable of getting what I need."
After he had programmed his number into my phone, I slid it back into my pocket, and took a seat in my car.
"Get some rest; I'd imagine you were waiting in the parking lot for me for quite some time."
Rolling my window up, I removed a pair of sunglasses from the visor, and slid them over my face.
Pulling out of the parking lot, I raised my eyebrows in a quick motion as a 'goodbye.'

trackin' babes. c:

Setting the GPS into my phone, I located the nearest next motel that still had vacancy, and decided there.
The first thing I did when I arrived at my room was sprawl myself out over the bed, and give Lucian a call. I wouldn't be too excited for him to come looking for me again and bring me back there.
Surprisingly, it rang multiple times before the voicemail finally came into play. Rolling my eyes, I threw tossed the phone aside.
He'd been so adamant on me checking in, yet hadn't answered when I called. Oh well, not my fault.
I directed my eyes at the alarm clock beside my bed. 7:41 PM. The night was still young, and I wasn't planning on going to bed early. I supposed that not many people knew about the incident, considering I was a couple hundred miles away from where it had occured.
You'd think I would've still been emotionally and mentally scarred from the ordeal. I was the exact opposite; aside from earlier, this was the happiest I had been in there years. It hardly crossed my mind that I'd soon be dealing with possible life in prison.
Tonight, I was going to treat myself for once, instead of constantly worrying. Maybe I'd go have one of those 'fancy' drinks at a bar. I did just that.

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I'd bought a new outfit for my night out tonight; a crimson colored, pencil dress, with some heels to match. My hair was up in a messy, yet cute bun.
But best of all, I had had the privaledge to shower since I had arrived in Hickory.
For the first time in what felt like forever, my self-esteem was at it's highest.

Pushing through the two, large glass doors of The Steel Grill, I noticed that the entire place was split in half; one part bar, the other a make-shift restaurant.
With a wide and confident grin, I took my seat at an empty stool, in between two men who seemed to be giving me 'friendly gestures.'

tracking, love! c:
quick question;; is my character able to physically touch yours? him being a ghost, and all.

alright, then. is there a certain faceclaim you'd prefer that I use? c:

oh man, Dylan O'Brien is a babe. c;
Posting my charrie now.

[font=georgia]Daniel || James || Lancaster

[font=georgia]
18
-Clumsy
-Nerdy
-Affectionate
-Shy
-Kind
-Trustworthy
-Good-Humored
(much like Stiles. c:)