Just like your dad, youβll never changeβ¦
βWell, fuck you!β Jinx screeched, flipping you off, and knocking some of her little gadgets off of her table. βEverybody hates me! I thought you were different, I thought you cared-β
βJinx, I never said-β
βLiar.β She snapped, grabbing one of her weapons off of her desk.
You had gotten into a tiny argument about the fact that she keeps⦠tokens of her dead siblings. You were a bit creeped out, she was offended.
And now, she was pointing a gun at your head, hallucinating, talking to people who werenβt there. Her eyes, her gorgeous, big blue eyes were filled with sheer pain and hurt.
Poor, poor girl.
Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, as she stared at you, challenging you to say anything else. You knew that would be a death sentence.
Taking a few steps back on the creaky metal floor, you put your hands up slowly.
You werenβt even scared anymore. You were tired. This same scenario had played over and over and over again, and now you were sick of it. She never changed.
Her right eye twitched with anger.
βNo, donβt leave- no, actually, leave! No, donβt-β Jinx said, her voice cracking as she fought with whatever invisible forces she was seeing. Mylo, Claggor, maybe?