my best is tamika mcculloug we r best friends and have been since year 7 in school she is awaresome she has her hair down in my picture
Neither shockingly because they both are pretty good just kinda outgrew them you know... now I listen to more kinda relaxed music... But SWS lives forever
Cat gasped as she felt Brynn move from under her. Alive. Not dead. Oh, thank the heavens! She hurried off of him to give him room to move, her blue eyes flickering over his face and her ears straining to hear his choked words.
"I deserve much better than your petty lies."
The relief that had once crept onto her features now merged into immense confusion. She watched intently as he sat up, her limbs sprang into action immediately;
"N-no, s-stay down, you need to re-"
"You're going to get me killed"
"You need to leave."
At first, she couldn't process the words. Her mind, face--everything--went blank. She stared at him, her brows furrowed and her lips slightly agape. After this fleeting moment of utter confusion, the realization of it slammed into her like a thousand bullets from a shotgun.
He wanted her to leave.
She had known that from the beginning. He had wanted her to leave from the beginning. But, in that time, she thought he had changed. Thought he wanted her to stay. She could faintly remember his words before she was thrown into the lake. He had wanted her to stay.
But now, he didn't.
Her face twisted into something horrible, a mix of anger, overwhelming shock, and most of all--distraught. The one she loved had accused her of making a path for his death and destruction when she had just saved him moments before. The one she loved was telling her to leave, telling her he didn't have time to worry about a lying freeloader like her, and that she shouldn't throw her love around so easily.
She had never felt so much pain in her entire life, and she felt as if she were going to break from the inside out.
Her eyes had become glassy with new found tears, though they didn't fall down her already stained cheeks. She couldn't breathe, and she felt like she was choking, just as she had been before when Brynn had been carrying her in his strong arms to the lake. So, maybe he had been trying to kill her. Maybe, just maybe, he hated her as much as the day he had met her.
She pushed herself numbly to her feet, though she felt as if any movement would shatter her, send her to dust. She turned from his battered body as if she was turning away from her own soul, her own spirit, because that's what she felt she was leaving behind.
She was at the door now, gripping the handle. She was leaving him. Leaving all she loved and all she thought loved her back. She was dead wrong. Maybe that's why he hated her. She always gathered evidence that was fake and merged it into a conclusion she thought was true.
A soft mumble drifted from her lips, sounding nothing but a murmur to some, but to other, it had all of her brokenness, her pain, everything merged inside of it's sound. She didn't wait for a reply, for she had already left with the door being shut behind her.
The small blonde dragged herself down the street, her eyes showing no signs of life. She would have liked it better if he had died. She would rather him be gone than hate her like he did. She never wanted to know that, how much he actually despised her.
She knew a way where she would never be tempted to go back and bother him again. Her feet took her to a man in a blue-clad uniform, his gold buttons glistening in the sunlight along with his black leather belt with all of his gadgets and tools. She tapped on his shoulder, grasping his wavering attention as a bored look was bestowed upon her. "What d'you want, kid?" Cat lifted her hands, her eyes bleeding red as she lifted a nearby vehicle, bringing it right in front of the newly terrified guard's face. She dropped it, the car's wheels violently slamming into the concrete and the glass shattering as the alarm rang through her dulled consciousness.
One moment, she was free physically with her mind trapped in a horrible, heart-wrenching abyss, and the next, she was surrounded by the blue-clad men, and her arms and legs were pinned to her small body with cold, hard chains. Areas of newly sprouted pain hardly nicked her awareness as she was punched, kicked and slapped excessively. A more powerful pain hardly registered as it rushed throughout her body in a sharp zip. It was only then that she couldn't feel, couldn't see, and everything went black temporarily.
Yes, she would enjoy this much better.