toxic - shourtney
she gives me a quick look. too quick for me to scan her emotions that may be perched upon her pupils.
i think to her eyes once again, and attempt to break them down.
what was she feeling?
warning? fright? betrayal? reassurance? she looked away too quickly for me to examine her piercing green eyes. she's focused on something else now.
i don't think. i just close my eyes, pushing my palms against the sides of my forehead. before i open them, a thunderous noise is heard in the room.
depression, self harm, blood, gore, death, rape, sexual assault, etc.