Koda held a tiny glass bottle. She twirled it between her fingers, and let it fall. It broke, but she didn’t seem to mind. She shrugged and crushed it more with her foot. It didn’t matter to her, it was just a tiny glass bottle that held nothing, and was nothing.

She proceeded to sit on the bleachers and smoke. She held the cigarette between her fingers, and breathed out. She didn’t know what to do. It was a lazy day for her, apparently. She wasn’t in the mood go search for hauntings, watch ghosts, or talk to her grandmother. Horror movies weren’t much for her. They seemed fake and stupid. So all she could do was sit on the bleachers and smoke. That was all.

Dark thoughts slowly swirled through her head. A satanic chant, ghosts speaking to her, her conscience telling her that the good things were just useless. Then she lay down on the bleachers, staring up at the sky. She threw her cigarette away and focused on dark things. She felt ghosts swimming around her, turning into a sea of lonely souls. They whispered words to her, words she couldn’t decipher but knew that they asking her to get them out the hell hole they’re in.

“But I’m human,” she whispered. “I can’t help you.”

The whispers got louder and louder, until they were hissing in her ears. She didn’t mind them. Soon they were enveloping her. How could they even do that? She sat up, irritated that they wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Just go away.” she hissed. They left, but the words they said were still ringing in her ears.

OOC: Tumblr was down. Shit I was frustrated.

IC: Hello. Anyone here?

kasperkatied:

Kaya Scodelario and her Hostess love - January 2012

(via @michellechaudry)

Hey.

OOC: Timezones suck because when I’m here, you guys aren’t.