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(ahem. I have the knives )
(rose! )
(what is this about reproduction?! )
"E-ever since I met you… I've been off…" I smile, gripping the knife tightly. "How are y-you doing that…?"
"I'm perfectly calm…" I murmur, trailing the blade down his back. "You're up to something, aren't you?"
I hold my knife to his back. "What are you doing…?" I whisper, smiling blankly
(silly boy. ) "…just…great…" I say, smiling at him.
I laugh quietly, my expression blank. "I know I'm bleeding…"
() "…?" I look up at Zack.
I sit on the floor in my room, watching the blood drip off my hands. (I think I'll make a list for everything that's wrong with Raven )
I glance at her, smiling lightly before walking off into the house, leaving a trail of blood in my wake.
I sigh, and look down at my knife, gripping the blade. (yes, the blade, not the handle. Raven's fluffed up )
"Just shut up! Both of you! Arguing will help nothing, but I still have no idea why you slapped me!" I growl.
(maybeeeee Yeah. She has a split personality. It's from all that pent up emotion and trauma from killing her parents and friends)
(*awkwardly exits the room* shaddup! And what's with the all caps?)
(Oh HELLLLL no! ) I glare at Drake. "What the hell was that for?!"
(Nope! )
I blink, and pull away. "…what…?" I look over at Zack, arching an eyebrow. "Why are you just standing there?" I ask, picking up my knife. (short...
(WELL WELL WELL! )
(She's so badass that he went stupid ) I entwine our fingers together, and gently bite his lip. (Yep. Sexy times, Rose )