Jay burst through the door of the house and slammed it shut. He leaned against it, sliding to the ground and cradling his arm in the other. Blood seeped out of it and onto the floor, and the open flesh gleamed. Jay's face was paler than usual and a sheen of sweat covered his face. "Quinn?" He croaked, wanting to make sure she was okay.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4