Justice

Ch. I

Times where tough. Quinn's boyfriend had been dead for three years, monsters kept appearing in the area and would reform as fast as they appeared, and she was very sleep deprived. Quinn sat at her desk, tapping the end of her pen on it. Things where tough, yes, but she kept on going forward. Oh, what's that? You want to know more about the dead boyfriend? Adam wasn't her everything. More like he was her 75%. Quinn was smart like that. She loved him but didn't let it consume her and turn her into an idiot. He had died in a fight sacrificing himself for her, she didn't forgive herself for letting him if that. Glancing at the clock in her office, she decided it was time to get breakfast despite it being four a.m.. she went to the pantry to grab the box of chocolate Frosted mini wheats- but it was gone. Had she eaten it all? Or had someone else eaten it. These where the questions had kept her up at night. She decided to get a glass of vodka (because that's acceptable for breakfast) instead. She poured a tiny bit into a half glass. On her way to the island in the middle of the kitchen the glass splashed and overflowed. Of course. Cursing in her mind, she took a paper towel and wiped it up. When throwing away said paper towel she noticed something- the box of cereal was in there. That scared her. You retard somebody probably ate it! She told herself, completely encouragingly. She grabbed her class that only had a sip left and sat at the island. I across from her  she saw it- the bowl of cereal. Who else was awake that was actually up to being out of bed? Quinn tended to be restless when she couldn't sleep (huh imagine that). She heard the downstairs toilet flush and immediately panicked. Socialization at four a.m.? Nightmare fuel. She found her barring and took the one sip left of her vodka. She looked up and saw a tall figure that she only saw on her nightmares, a figure she never thought she'd see again. Not being able to stop the giant ball of anger in her chest she leaped from and up and Adam fell to the floor. Imagine that- a 5'5" human pummeling a 6' human, with immense force. She was incapable of words, so she let her fists talk right to his face. After she felt like she did enough, she stopped on his nose.
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